The surprise is visible on in Anders' expression as he takes in his love there on the bed and in...quite an enticing state of dress. Hawke's machinations were a pleasant surprise, though somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn't help being amused at the other man. What if he'd decided to stay out or run errands, none the wiser as to what was supposed to be waiting for him back home?
He supposed it didn't really matter, he was here now and very interested in his gift. "What an enticing bow. I think I like the look of it. Perhaps I'll leave it on there a little longer."
As he spoke, he started to take off his layers, his movements unrushed, even while his gaze never left Hawke's form. "I wonder what I'll do with my gift...it's a special occasion, maybe that calls for special treatment." Coat, shoes, socks, pants, shirt, all but his smalls he stripped down and placed carefully where they should go as though no different a night than any other, as though he wasn't wondering what those petals might feel like on bare skin or if he should sweep them off when he got to the bed. As if his mind wasn't filled with thoughts of either slow, sensual touches and kisses or a fervent pace full of need and biting nails and loving lavished marks.
At least until he went to start removing his accessories, the hair ribbon, the bracelets and then the necklace. He set the bracelets and ribbon in their place on the dresser, but the ring and chain he kept in his palm, his attention finally pulled away from his lover as though suddenly reminded of his own present for Hawke. "Actually...." The word was out of his mouth before he could think about whether he should do this before or after, his thumb tracing the edge of the ring. "I'd...I'd like to give you your present, if I may. Before I'm too distracted to do so." He looked back up to Hawke with a cautiously questioning look.
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He supposed it didn't really matter, he was here now and very interested in his gift. "What an enticing bow. I think I like the look of it. Perhaps I'll leave it on there a little longer."
As he spoke, he started to take off his layers, his movements unrushed, even while his gaze never left Hawke's form. "I wonder what I'll do with my gift...it's a special occasion, maybe that calls for special treatment." Coat, shoes, socks, pants, shirt, all but his smalls he stripped down and placed carefully where they should go as though no different a night than any other, as though he wasn't wondering what those petals might feel like on bare skin or if he should sweep them off when he got to the bed. As if his mind wasn't filled with thoughts of either slow, sensual touches and kisses or a fervent pace full of need and biting nails and loving lavished marks.
At least until he went to start removing his accessories, the hair ribbon, the bracelets and then the necklace. He set the bracelets and ribbon in their place on the dresser, but the ring and chain he kept in his palm, his attention finally pulled away from his lover as though suddenly reminded of his own present for Hawke. "Actually...." The word was out of his mouth before he could think about whether he should do this before or after, his thumb tracing the edge of the ring. "I'd...I'd like to give you your present, if I may. Before I'm too distracted to do so." He looked back up to Hawke with a cautiously questioning look.