"I haven't punched anyone else in far too long, outside of sparing. I'm practically a pacifist now." Hawke isn't in the habit of fighting for no good reason, but she keeps in shape regardless. No sense in letting her guard down entirely. He really is a lovely creature at heart, she can tell that much. She wonders how he met Elektra, who is more like Hawke than like him.

"You did tell me a bit about your mother, which I imagine is still fresh for you, so perhaps I thought we bonded enough to throw drama at you." She much prefers being her chipper self. "Do feel free to throw it back. I am likely the least judgmental person you'll meet, unless you kill children and kick dogs, which will not go over well." Hawke is telling the truth. You can't be judgmental when all your friends are fighters and thieves. When you yourself are a rogue.