[ Ordinarily, he'd be apt to reject that forward a request, flippantly perhaps, but firmly. He's not a dog, after all - he doesn't perform on cue. But given their circumstances, here, it feels a less superficial demand. Especially if he's expecting the good Captain to trust him far enough to actually bring him along, should there be any grand escape attempts affected. (That he's still not sure about, but. He doesn't like cutting off any of his options, either.)

Milder in his acquiescence than his enthusiasm, before, Anders nods, holding out a hand. There's a bloom of light, pale blue, in his palm, and then a flash of flame. Sustained, the small ball of seemingly ordinary fire hovers just above his open hand, easy as blinking to conjure. ]

I'd rather not draw the attention of the guard with anything too flashy— [ Or destructive. ] —but if you're going to make demands, I might be in the mood to entertain them.