[Anders weighs her with his eyes for a few moments before taking his own seat.]

I'd... I don't know where I'd start. It's a story that's years long.

[And pretty personal. He frowns, fiddling with his ring.]

I'm a shameless flirt. Have been, always. That's one of the things the Templars couldn't be--mm. I flirted with him. Constantly. Relentlessly. He's got a great heart, and other great attributes.

One day, at a sort of challenge day meant to unify the Inquisition more, he snapped and kissed me. It seemed a one-off thing but then he came back a few days later and it... was more.

[Anders shrugs, feeling a little awkward.]

He's apparently loved me for ages, I've fallen in love with him, one night he pulled out a locket that had been in his family and was meant for him to give to his arlessa when he inherited the title that his family doesn't have anymore, and I accepted.

It took more than a little time to locate someone who would speak the words considering who I am, forget what I am as this was before they'd even consider sanctioning mage marriage, but Nate, my husband, found someone and we were wed in front of friends.

[It's a fairly dry summary, especially for him, but he doesn't know what she's looking for here.]