Perhaps a stiff drink will help. It's... quite the thing to get used too.

[Oh Zevran. That smile and wink makes Hawke feel like he imagines a little girl might feel when she's flirted with by her crush.]

Yet you appear to be quite the pleasing distraction. [Hawke shook his head slightly. Foooocus.] There is also the issue of my friend remembering me as a man of a different discipline. I couldn't use knives to save my life.