Chris tugs before he's ready and he stumbles from the elevator like a foal, flashing the couple an awkward smile that's only half for show. He's usually poised, but this sort of thing is very new and with his mind already jumbled and his making barely more than a token effort to force it to rights, he's slower to recover. It's why Chris is able to get behind him so quickly, or so he decides in the moment before his thoughts spiral away further and disappear altogether, dominated only by the feeling of Chris against his ass and the growling purr of threatened enticement. He shudders, already moving to hardness and considering the wisdom in letting Chris have his way right here.

The licentious grin of the dominant as he disappeared into the elevator flashes before his mind's eye and he thinks the better of it. Not because he's concerned of said dominant getting his hands on himself, but on Chris, and then causing them a great deal of legal trouble thereafter when they're forced to take the transgression out on his hide. It's a symptom of a bigger problem, and to cools Hawke's temperature for a moment.

"Another time for that. I'd rather succumb to your plans tonight than your whims." He twists in Chris' grip, grasping the cleric's hand in a tight grip and turning to kiss him appreciatively. Maybe a bit protectively.