His eyes darken with lust. Swallowing, Anders nods. He can't touch... but Nate's giving him most of the control, on Nate's terms. It's utterly satisfying.

"So now I've all the more reason to not use the Maker's name while you're fucking me, Nate?" If he's got this power, he's going to use it, though not too much yet. The archer's name is said conversationally.