[The kiss goes on for an age and Adalwolfe is happy to receive it. Any doubt he'd had before, the niggling discomfort that had prompted his initial question in the first place, is laid to rest in that kiss. When Anders pulls away, it's to a beatific smile from Hawke.]
I won't forget.
[He reaches up and runs his fingers down a lock of Anders' hair, twisting it gently.]
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I won't forget.
[He reaches up and runs his fingers down a lock of Anders' hair, twisting it gently.]
Not with kisses like that.