[ If Hawke knew of his conflicted state, she'd argue that isn't it more terrifying to be a weapon acting so human? A rustle to their sensibilities, make them even more on guard than before. Hawke works on the shock and outrage factor for most of her life, thrilling in reaction and the more extreme ones she can get. Granted, she does come from a place where medieval social politics rule all and even here where her memories have been altered, she still feels the urge.

For now, she watches Giovanni and with his nerves, it's almost like the roles have been reversed for a moment. She watches the changing of his expression with blatant curiosity, amusement just at the edges of her expression. Yes, this is much better for her than whatever had set her so on edge before.

She keeps her hand offered, watches, waits. She almost feels the urge to snatch it back when he looks at her in such a way but then he gives in and a smile bursts across her face. Hawke knew she could change this around. She keeps her grip loose and pleasant, a friendly squeeze in response. When he looks at her, there is only an easy confidence and pleasant smile on her face.

Then she steps back with the goal of leading him to the dance floor. ]

Don't worry, my friend. I'm an excellent dancer and you're sure to have a good time if you stick with me. I'm Hawke, for the record, if you want to know who to blame later for the fun night you're about to have.

[ And when they get to the floor, she will keep to her word and place her hands on him in the lead position, ready to guide Giovanni through the steps as needed. ]