Sitting up a bit, Hawke watches as Anders undresses. Its methodical and slow, or at least seems that way to Hawke as he watches every move like he's studying a performance to see how its done. Bit by bit more skin is exposed and more anticipation is built, Hawke's thoughts moving in tandem to his love's on working out just how he wants to take Anders - or perhaps be taken, depending on their respective moods.

There's a shift, though, when Anders takes off the necklace and holds it in a loose fist. He stutters and is suddenly all care and nerves and a mote of concern forces a brief wrinkled between Wolfe's brows. "Alright. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll love it. It is from you after all."