"Such flattery." Hawke tsk'd, though he was clearly amused. "It'll get you everywhere, you know." If there was one thing Hawke loved, it was compliments. Not that he needed them, with the size of his ego, but who even cared about that? "If you're not in the middle of anything, could I tempt you to join me for a drink? There's a tavern around here with ale to rival the best of the Hanged Man. I was just trying to find it again when your dog stopped me."