"Alright," Hawke offers an equally genuine smile in return, taking Chris' fingers in his own for the comfort of it. He kisses one gently and then lets go, not sure if even that touch was wanted but, guiltily, he took it regardless.

"I think you would have to try much harder for me not to feel safe with you, Chris. That's not shaken at all, only my ability to focus, but if you sincerely want to push through that, and you feel safe with me in return to do it, I'd like to try on both our accounts." He runs a hand through his beard, letting out a soft exhale. "Knowing this is part of what we're intending helps my worry for you, and I don't know if this is alright to think or not, but knowing I'm helping you by giving you this is a comfort of its own."

Maybe that's strange, but it's true and he hopes Chris doesn't balk at him for saying so. He ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck, then looks up at him again with a twinkling eye. "I'm game to continue if you are, messere."