I can just imagine how that conversation with Mama Hawke would go. You know, where she "questions" your "homosexual lifestyle."
Leandra: Darling, I've noticed you've had [Same Sex Lover of Your Choice] move in; and it hasn't escaped my notice that they sleep in your room.
Hawke (blushing): I'm sorry if we've been keeping you awake, Mother. I'll tell [Same Sex Lover of My Choice] that we need to be more discreet.
Leandra: No, love it's not that. You see, I've always wanted grandchildern. And with Carver [dead/a Templar/a Grey Warden] and poor Bethany [dead/in the Circle/a Grey Warden], you're my only hope.
Hawke: Goodness, Mother! You are absolutely correct! I hadn't thought about how my romances were selfishly interfering with your right to be a grandmother. Though I'm rather in love with [Partner], I will dump them post-haste and find someone whom I don't love and who may not love me to have children with. That's how much I love you, Mother!
A better scenario:
Leandra: Darling, I've noticed you've had [Opposite Sex Lover of Your Choice] move in; and it hasn't escaped my notice that they sleep in your room.
Hawke (blushing): I'm sorry if we've been keeping you awake, Mother. I'll tell [Opposite Sex Lover of My Choice] that we need to be more discreet.
Leandra: No, love it's not that. You know I want grandchildren, and I do think your lover is a delightful person. But, one hears things... I just want to make sure you're being safe.