"Oh, darling, I could write a book of them for you. If my crew was here it'd be about an hour of innuendo. At least." They all had bawdy senses of humor, and she loved them for that. Merrill was the only one a bit shy about it, but she eventually started to warm up. Hawke wondered where she was now. Somewhere safe hopefully. At least he could laugh about it. Hawke appreciated a man with a good sense of humor, especially when it was self-deprecating.

Hawke grinned at him, crossing arms against her chest. He was younger, but not by much, and really, why not. He seemed like someone worth hearing a bit more about. "I always feel like getting something hot." She did warn him about the innuendo, dick jokes or not. She winked. "Sure, although I'd love it if they had some warm alcoholic cider here like they did back home. Alas."