[Hawke is too busy internally freaking out to notice Cullen's own struggle. Later he might think about how a grown man dressed in sort of mabari themed robed screamed like a child because of a tiny spider in his beard in front of the object of his affections and slam his head against a wall a few times.]

I've never had the larger ones in my mouth before. [He is not pouting as he waits for Cullen to get it. As it's plucked from his beard, a shudder ripples through him because how long was it there?]

Thank you. [Maker, he could kiss you right now Cullen. He nods.] One of the doors threw a bunch of them in my face. How is that even a trick? It's just cruel. [He heaves an incredibly put upon sigh.] Have you had much trouble?