[ Why? Because he was told to, that's why. Because he has orders, and disobeying them isn't an option. It's not even a remote consideration.
Hawke tears into his shirt, her nails scraping red across the skin beneath. Fenris hisses, then chokes as she gets hold of his throat. He grabs her wrists, squeezing the delicate bones, almost hard enough to fracture. Almost, but not quite. He doesn't want to do that, not really. He doesn't want to hurt her at all. ]
I don't care to be lectured by the likes of you.
[ He jams his knee against her stomach, intending now to simply separate them, to have done with this. Hawke cannot imagine his situation, or so he believes. She has no master. She does what she likes, when she likes, and she's never answered to anyone except herself. The concept is so alien to Fenris that he almost laughs to think about it. His mouth does twist cruelly, a sneer that suggests her questions are the height of absurdity. ]
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Hawke tears into his shirt, her nails scraping red across the skin beneath. Fenris hisses, then chokes as she gets hold of his throat. He grabs her wrists, squeezing the delicate bones, almost hard enough to fracture. Almost, but not quite. He doesn't want to do that, not really. He doesn't want to hurt her at all. ]
I don't care to be lectured by the likes of you.
[ He jams his knee against her stomach, intending now to simply separate them, to have done with this. Hawke cannot imagine his situation, or so he believes. She has no master. She does what she likes, when she likes, and she's never answered to anyone except herself. The concept is so alien to Fenris that he almost laughs to think about it. His mouth does twist cruelly, a sneer that suggests her questions are the height of absurdity. ]
You couldn't possibly understand.