Fenris: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Merrill: You’re in love.
Fenris: I am not.
Merrill: You keep looking at Hawke with sad puppy eyes every time his back is turned.
Fenris: There are no puppy eyes.
Merrill: It’s all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while. It won’t kill you. But your face might crack if you smile, so be careful.