"Don't go spreading that around, please," Hawke said, though he didn't sound particularly worried. "Life is so much easier when people think you're stupid. If they start to think that you might not be, they start expecting things from you, and then it's 'Hawke this' and 'Hawke that,' and that's the end of a quiet life drinking and whoring and sleeping until noon."

Family for Hawke wasn't exactly a sore subject - the blows of his father's and sister's deaths had been softened somewhat by intervening years - but it also wasn't exactly an appropriate subject for conversation with a new acquaintance, so he was more than happy to drop it. Besides, Surana didn't have any tattoos that Hawke could see, which meant - from what he understood of elven culture, at least - that he'd either been born in or raised in an alienage or the Circle, and was not Dalish. As such, family was likely to be a sensitive topic for him as well. So moving right along, he let out a dramatic sigh, though he was still smiling.

"Foiled in yet another deception by my own good looks and refreshingly humble attitude once again. When will I learn?"