[ Well, it might take a little more than a snap. But he probably isn't wrong. What is wrong is assuming Anders does anything "on command." He had a rebellious streak even before the Templars tried to break him, and for their efforts they only ever made him worse.

But - for the moment, Jack's still in the clear. The awe he tries to mask (to some success) is a boon to Anders' pride, and he laughs in the face of it, clearly delighted. ]

Well, maybe if you say pretty please.

[ In a wholly unnecessary flourish, Anders blows out the little ball of flame, sending it fluttering out of his palm and vanishing harmlessly. ]

But, no. I'm no careless apprentice, singeing my robes every time I get excited, if that's what you mean. My magic goes where I will it and only harms as much, too.