Publicly people have already seen me shove you up against a tree. And I'm fair certain anyone in the Warden camp heard us. And a number of people out of it.

[You can have me. It's a lovely thought, but also feels a little dishonest, having Anders without telling him of his feelings. Though if all physical relationships relied on complete and utter frankness, nobody would ever get laid.

His eyes find something across the tent to fall on. A moment of silence passes.]

I'd...like to ask something. In the interest of honesty.