"Ack!" Hawke's brawny arm shoots out, like the tiny cat is causing him to lose his balance, and he briefly clutches at Anders' sleeve before letting go. The sensation of the small cat tongue is supremely odd, but then-

"So ... cats are basically like small, pointy dogs." After all, he gets face licks all the time from his mabari, it's just considerably wetter. "With less drool."