[a light, unexpected chuckle graced fenris' lips at the playful suggestion, his eyes lit with an aura of brief mirth. for a moment, hawke nearly managed to make him forget where he was.] A kind offer. [a brief pause, and he quirked up a small grin, amused.] If luck is on our side, there may even be bottles of wine to throw at the walls. [because this was quite the interesting hobby, and a wonderful addition to the decoration. if one was into macabre and messy styles, of course.

truth be told, however? he'd much rather drink them all. perhaps even now. the smile on his lips faded slightly, studying his companion. he really did feel like they should leave, and yet he also really wanted a break, a pause to breathe. with hawke. alone. the thought made him blink lazily and he searched his gaze, wondering if he had planned anything. he'd always led, after all.] We should... move on.