"As did Hawke's."

"There's worse definitions."

"As they are the definitions I've grown fondest too, I guess I'll keep them."

Anders smiles knowingly at Circe.

She gives him a knowing look in return.

He lets the eye contact linger for a moment, and then turns back to Deke. "Hawke would often drag me out on expeditions into the mountains she claimed would be simple, and then promptly we'd stumble over a nest of slavers, or pirates, or Tal-Vashoth."

"Ah, there is a difference. I will admit we rather go looking for the trouble some of the time. A pirate's life and all that..."

"I cannot blame you for that. One of my closest friends was a pirate, not that I fault her for that."

"You got any problem being a pirate?"

Anders tips his head back and laughs. "One of my best friends was a pirate. And I was much worse in terms of morals. I have absolutely no qualms, of that I can assure you."

"Good to know."

Anders fixes her with a hard, knowing look. "It would take a lot to make me squirm."

"-Oh gods. Don't say that. She's gonna take it as a challenge."

"If you'd seen half the things I had, you'd know just how much of a challenge it truly is. I'll tell you about the Deep Roads, sometime."

"Perhaps you should."

"It's not pretty."

"Nothing ever is."

"...Why do I get the feeling this is gonna turn into 'I'm harder to faze than you are' contest."