[ there is very little doubt in her mind that hawke would happily wear the gown. probably without even fenris needing to ask him to -- the promise of scandalizing his hightown neighbors would be more than enough, and the idea is a warm thread of amusement and fondness. he is so different from any other man she's ever known, from any other noble, from any other mage; perhaps that's why she has no defense against him, why he's able to reach so easily past the walls she's built and wrap a hand around her heart. ]

There's much to be said for ease of access.

[ with a little hmm, as if it's something she's deliberating. ] But also something to be said for not having it.

[ and she rocks her hips against his again with a low sigh at the feeling of him straining against the fabric of his pants, that sly smile becoming wicked. ] Some people enjoy frustration.