[Hawk distracts himself by sipping the tea before it cools down too much. It's difficult to imagine Krile in long skirts, or with her hair done up in an elaborate array of combs and pins, when he's so used to her with a spear in her hand, ready to face a threat at any minute.]

Well, there's a certain thought about fancy dresses mixed in there, I'll admit. It's the standing up for your people what's important. Why, you never spared a thought to your attire, then? Never would have guessed.

[And now he is teasing, and it's plain in his lop-sided smile that he is.]