[Hawke had got stuck with night watch duty, so he had been kind of sulkily hunched under a hood beneath the mast, trying to keep the cold rain off the back of his neck. When he observes Anders wander up onto the deck in nothing but his night shirt, he doesn't immediately call out to him, curious for the moment to simply watch.
Which may or may not have something to do with how quickly the rain is soaking through the thin fabric of Anders' shirt and causing it to cling to the body underneath.
After a few minutes of quiet voyeurism, however, Hawke shuffles out of his not-very-sheltery shelter and joins Anders by the rail.]
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Which may or may not have something to do with how quickly the rain is soaking through the thin fabric of Anders' shirt and causing it to cling to the body underneath.
After a few minutes of quiet voyeurism, however, Hawke shuffles out of his not-very-sheltery shelter and joins Anders by the rail.]
Lovely weather tonight, isn't it?
[Said Hawke sarcastically.]