He's only so distressed because of how easy it would be- Lev is charming and beautiful and tall and slender and Hawk can imagine draping his arms around their waist like he's Fred Astaire and they're Ginger Rogers. Or the other way around. Either way.

But at Lev dropping it, he seems to relax a good deal. Temptation avoided. For now. At least until he gets their husband's go-ahead.

"Friendship I can do. I'd love to be friends. And presumably also help you overthrow the monarchy if one sets up shop here."