Fenris is pacing in Sebastian's living room and he is pretty sure it's driving Sebastian nuts, but Fenris can't hold still. Every bit of anxiety and paranoia is hitting him all at once. He’s not ready for this. He isn't going to be able to fulfill what expectations Hawke has. He won't be funny enough or smart enough while they talk. He won't like the restaurant they go to tonight. He'll embarrass Hawke.

He isn't good enough for Hawke.

Well, Fenris already knows that's true. He just needs to pretend it isn't, has to do his best to be enough anyways.

He’s turning to go out to Fenris when Sebastian finally and candidly blurts out what he’s truly wanted to say this entire conversation. “You are not having sex with him tonight!”

Hawke freezes mid-step like he’s been struck, and then he pivots, face reddening, back toward Sebastian. “Excuse me?” he says, incredulous.

“You are not going to have sex with Fenris tonight,” Sebastian repeats more firmly. “He’s not ready for that, and he’s certainly not ready for it with you. Don’t you dare try to pressure him, or else.”

“Or else what? Are you really threatening me?”

“I know where you sleep and where you keep your guns, and for Fenris’s sake, I will do what I must. I swear by Andraste’s holy name.” Sebastian meets Hawke’s indignant gaze unflinchingly, his words laced with vehemence.

Hawke holds Sebastian’s gaze and takes his words to heart. He knows damn well that this threat isn’t empty, just as he knows that Sebastian cares for Fenris’s well being and happiness more than anything else. So he nods in understanding.