[it was the kind of magic fenris didn't mind, the uncanny ability to make the corners of his mouth curl into unexpected smiles, sometimes accompanied by brief chuckles. this was one of them. hawke had him there, and he understood perfectly. he took the bottle offered, but he didn't drink, not yet. he raised it instead, a light smirk gracing his lips. he looked both warm and feral, an intensity he reserved for the man in front of him.] To you, Hawke. [an agreement in full fenris fashion, subtle but heartfelt. sticking together seemed like the only favorable option, and truth be told... he couldn't imagine his life without him. their new situation wasn't ideal, and he definitely wanted to be elsewhere... but hawke made it better. he always made it better. his lips twitched around the thought and his gaze grew warmer, his voice suave. the unlikeliness of their camaraderie had been so high, it made all of this so much stronger.] A finer mage I have never met. [and he drank.]
PERFECTION.