[ This, like many of his encounters with Hawke, almost immediately strikes him as a mistake. She was so... casual about everything, and this may not have been the first time this has happened, but his reaction is exactly the same every time. His eyes are drawn, well, down, and he's very suddenly and easily reminded that Hawke is an attractive woman that he'd really, really like to woo. And she doesn't always wear the right amount of clothes. Christ, Hawke. He's glad for the mask, since it hides the color coming to his cheeks in particular, and as his eyes return to her face, he throws on a cheeky grin, ready to throw out some kind of terrible pick-up line.
...But his expression falls when Hawke speaks, so she's thankfully saved from this. ]
Hey—
[ Jack follows her in without hesitation, though whether it's because it was offered or because he has a Point to make isn't very clear... At least it's already fine with Hawke, though that may be in part because Jack isn't exactly a threatening presence to her. ]
I'm not bad. How am I bad?
[ also full of a stunning lack of self-awareness a lot of the time ]
no subject
...But his expression falls when Hawke speaks, so she's thankfully saved from this. ]
Hey—
[ Jack follows her in without hesitation, though whether it's because it was offered or because he has a Point to make isn't very clear... At least it's already fine with Hawke, though that may be in part because Jack isn't exactly a threatening presence to her. ]
I'm not bad. How am I bad?
[ also full of a stunning lack of self-awareness a lot of the time ]