"I could," Anders' felt suddenly very devious. There were few who really brought this side out in him, but something about Fenris powerfully compelled Anders get under his skin.

"In fact, I doubt I could describe the lyrium patterning that lines the interior of your thighs unless we were quite familiar with each other," he mentioned, off handed, getting right comfortable in his seat.

"And I could, if the point really needs proving," he added, grinning dangerously. Maker, Anders felt young again when he taunted the elf.