Hawke's eyebrows leap practically to his hairline.

"You might be ridiculously good looking, but you're clearly at least a little bit mad if you think that," he huffs, though he is still stroking the little cat quite gamely, even though she seems determined to place her bum squarely in his face while perching on him and sniffing at his chest. "Cats are not smarter than dogs, that's blasphemy."