Hawke was going to have fun teasing him, she could tell that much. He was adorable. She noticed he didn't argue about liking her, but she wasn't concerned about that either. On the whole, she was fairly likable. Irritating, but likable. It was part of the package that she built over time and practice.

"My best friend wrote it." Hawke smiled and there was a small hint of sadness around the edges of her lips. "He's a very flowery writer and only part of it was true, but we did get into a lot of adventures over our years as a team." Fuck, she missed Varric. She missed everything about him, and she was never going to see him again. Oh well. "It's a bestseller though. He'd be upset if I forgot to mention that."

She tilts her head. "A ship! That's fun. I love me a sailor." Literally. She loved a sailor, although Isabela was a pirate, but still. "What d'you mean by native, native to where? And you can't just sail past," sail, ha, "the Connor's not your name part, love. It's proper sex protocol to say the right name in bed."