[ That's not really an answer, satisfying or otherwise, to what he's been trying to get at - but even it has a ring of familiarity. He still isn't sure what, if anything, differentiates the man across from him from simply being some maligned human (as Anders would consider himself, honestly, because mage isn't also mutually exclusive, there). But he's also starting to feel like asking is pointless.

And he had been managing to scrape some sort of enjoyment out of this dreary party. That alone is enough to maintain his mild yet persistent ire. ]

'Tormentors of the innocent and the faithful'? I think I heard a Chanter shout that about mages, once.

[ Or maybe it was just in the Chant. Anders might have a propensity to get a bit preachy, himself, but he's never been devout enough to actually pay attention during sermons. ]

You can call me Anders. Though if you're always going to be so sour about it, I pray you won't often.