Fenris merely stared at the mage for a long moment. He could see himself not favouring mages, him being a Tevinter slave and all, the marking branded into his skin that still sometimes ached. The name Varric brought warmth in his chest and a soft smirk found it's way onto his lips.

"I sound...charming" he said dryly noting how easily Anders pointed out his less than friendly qualities. Though the compliment did caught his off guard it was enough to bring a bit of warmth to his cheeks.

"It will...suffice for now" he said simply perching himself on the cot since the man did not go and take it.