[ It's almost a pity that Carver isn't here. Fenris would not wish to embroil others in the misadventures that befall them, but if Carver--and Aveline, he decides after a moment--were here, then all of Hawke's family would be present in a way they haven't really been since that expedition to the Deep Roads. And that would be good for him. Perhaps good for all of them.

But Carver and Aveline aren't here. It's just him and the dwarf to keep Hawke out of trouble. Or follow him into it, if he's being realistic. And perhaps that's all right too. Fenris has been following him for more of the years that he remembers than he hasn't been. There's no reason to change that now. ]

Oh, was that it? Fun?

[ Fenris' voice takes on a sweetness that promises the heckling isn't finished. Oh no. It's barely begun. ]

I suppose you've had quite a bit of fun, haven't you? In the Rose, in the Hanged Man, with Isabela and the Inquisitor and that Tevinter mage.

[ Fenris knows the name of every magister in the Imperium. At least, those who presided over the magisterium while he'd been Danarius' slave. He recognizes the Pavus name, if not the son who joined the Inquisition. ]

You have a lot of fun, Hawke.

[ He isn't truly upset by the flirting. Not unless it happens in front of him. And even then, it's pathetically easy to rip the hearts out of the competition. Fenris has nothing to fear. Everyone else, however, does. ]