"Fat men, at least the rich ones, to tend toward patronage, it's true, and kind old women, though less so." He chuckles at the thought, shaking his head. Hawke is prone to flights of fancy as ridiculous as Varric's at times.

He hesitates at her question, though, looking down at his wine glass and taking a long pull from it before replying.

"I would like to be someone who is allowed to ask of himself that question."