It would be a long time before she lived more years without her mother than with her, and she knew that made her lucky, having her so long. But her death was a vicious, cruel, tragic one, and Hawke would never forget her uncle's words to her, because they were her own too. Her fault. Her brother's death. Her fault. But these were things she locked inside permanently, and certainly while in a seduction.

That name was him, honestly. She assumed his mentor had very good reasons to change it though, if the implication about people responding negatively to natives was correct, which it likely was. Hawke smiles at the touch, leaning her head into it, dark eyes focused warmly on his face. "The first time I had sex I was sixteen, and it was in a dirty barn with sheep baaing in the background. Neither of us had an idea what we were doing." Hawke is fond though, in a way, as it's one of the steps in life to remember.

Her hand reaches over to mirror his on his face. "I'll make it much better for you, Ratonhnhaké:ton, if you'll have me. And also, if you're not ready for it all, there are things in between we can do first. There's no pressure." Her smile takes on a mischievous glint. "If you think this mouth is only good for talking, I can prove you very wrong."