He makes a face at the nudge, still uncertain about these casual nudges and touches. It's not very common for him. Rare would be a better word for it. "For what reason? It's a good sized ego, I would think. Especially for a one-handed man."

Right, of course that's it.

"There is nothing that I seek from your bosom, Hawke," he says even as he glances down at it, wrapped in armor as it is. He might be a celibate man, but he is still a man.