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[Hawke is propped up in bed, reading one of Jack's books. The bed is covered in beautiful quilts and blankets, wool, silk and furs. A fire burns in the hearth and the whole house is warm and cheery despite the cold outside.]

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"You were such a lovely boy, and you have grown to be a fine man." Hawke smiles at kitten, rolling him onto his back, so he can sit up and look him over.

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The bedroom is warm, and cozy. The large bed dominates the room, the bedding matching the simple tapestries covering the walls.

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Hawke guides Tamas back to his cottage, pausing now and then to brush away his tears and steal another kiss. "Please come inside."

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Hawke slips up the stairs, and into Jack's room. He strips off his clothes, tucking them away, and laying back on the bed. He loves being here. It's so warm and cozy and completely unlike his own home.

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"Sweet Jack, I often desire to be in your bed, but i don't think I wish to wait that long now.' He smiles, tugging at the fastenings of Jack's clothes.

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"Don't be sorry." Connor cups Tamas' cheek. "You are always free to come and go as you please. What I desire, means nothing if you do not desire the same thing."

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"Come home with me. Lay with me in my bed. Show me your passion."

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"Will you warm me now. I fear I feel winter coming too soon and I thing Wing is more than able to watch our guests."