His laugh only made her laugh, because she always liked making people laugh, and Hawke liked this playfulness he had underneath the serious exterior. It may be why she doesn't run as fast as she normally would, so he could see where she was going and yes, catch her. She laughs again when he does, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him. She shivers when he whispers close to her ear. "And now you have me, Ratonhnhaké:ton." It sounded better every time she said it. It was going to be hard to keep in mind when they were having sex, but she had every intention of trying.

She tugged him firmly by the shirt inside, kicking the door closed behind him. He was half a foot at least taller than her, so she saw no real reason to hold back. He was an overthinker, she knew that much. Time to not think. At all. It was why Hawke put her arms up around his shoulder and simply jumped up into the air, putting her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. She could hold up herself easily this way, but she had a feeling he would get a grip on her soon.

"My room is up the stairs to the right." It was the only direction she was going to give him before she leaned in to kiss him. Gods, finally, and she made good on her mental promise. Their first kiss was gentle and as sweet as a whispered promise, pressing several kisses to his mouth that only lasted longer with each one, drawing it out until she gave in to her whims. She truly kissed him at the end, passionately and with very clear intent. This was what she wanted from a few seconds into their first conversation, and she typically got what she wanted. He was going to be no exception.