He stills a little when she slides into his space, puts her hands on him. Easily tilted. There is enough ego in him and confidence in her own nature and the nature of the affable journey through Lowtown to imagine that she'll only find something agreeable in her study, and then there was a kiss, earlier. Qunari are not the devil, here, and even if they were—

Loxley's hands rest on the sides of her thighs, smoothing up to her hips.

"I haven't checked," he says, which is honest, but certainly comes with a spark of hello-nurse in gold-ringed eyes. "And yourself? Any spots I ought to be careful with?"