"It's not like you're going to let me take my grand Madame home if I don't," Hawke grumbles, but his smile is visible as he bends over the papers, filling them out in a scrawling but decisive hand. When he's finally finished, he hands them back.
"So ... do I need some kind of leash to take her home or something?"
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Date: 2017-01-24 02:57 pm (UTC)"So ... do I need some kind of leash to take her home or something?"