[ Her eyes snap to him and something vicious glints in them, something dangerous. Dog growls louder this time and snaps at the air. ]

Don't call me Marian, only my friends can call me that. It's Hawke to you.

[ For a moment she remains seated, picking at the table, before she finally stands leaning against it. ]

Like I said, I don't want your apologies. They are just empty words I won't ever put any stock in. I wouldn't care if you started to beg at my feet. [ It starts with her hands, sparks leap from her fingertips as she talks, deadly gaze fixed on him. ] What I want is one very singular thing.

[ With an impressive amount of speed she reaches across the table and takes a hold of his shirt, jerking him up and close violently. The air around them starts to smell as if it was burning, tiny sparks expanding and dancing up her arm to her shoulders. Light purple lightning starts to arc off her; hands, shoulders, back, as though Hawke herself was only seconds away from turning into a storm. ]

You hurt him in any way, and I mean any way, I will hunt you down and make you suffer. There won't be a body left once I am done with you, and if there is? Well, no one will be able to recognize that it's you.