Hawke thinks it's all terribly sweet, and she smiles softly. While love really destroyed her, it has only made her skeptical about love for herself, not about love for other people. She's not resentful or sad seeing other people have it. Some things you just aren't meant for. "True, I'll say that's the only qualm I'd have, seeing you now. You don't seem taller than me."

She takes her hand back and keeps a respectful physical distance from him, close enough to talk but not so close it would seem inappropriate to a boyfriend. While Hawke herself was never the jealous sort, she knows others can be. "But perhaps you seem tall in his mind because of the entire package. When someone carries themselves with confidence, it can come off as taller." She grins at him. "That's why a few of my legends claim I'm six foot and carry a gigantic sword."