Rex nods.

"I'll, uh, stay out of your way."

"Relax," Circe says. "There's not much to be done, Mak's got that covered."

Anders gestures at the ship with his hand. “It’s all...a lot to get used to. I’ll get there! Just might take me a minute.”

"I'm sure you will," Circe agrees. "Just be ready to learn to swim when we get to Mischa's. Best place we're gonna have to teach you."

“Oh. Goody.”

During one of the many trips out around Amaranthine, and all the nights out on the Wounded Coast, people had tried to teach him to swim, but his natural inclination to avoid being in the outdoors made him go only hip deep, and never into waves. 

"We could just leave you at Mischa's," Circe muses.

"He'd never go for it."

"Getting rid of me so soon, Circe?"

She gives him an arch look. "I do what's best for my crew. If you can't swim, you become a liability."

"A good-looking liability."

"Unfortunately I don't keep people around just because they're pretty."

"There's a first for everything."

"We'll see."

"Ah, stop trying to scare the guy, Circe. You've made your point."

Anders is not scared at all. Rather, he's very intrigued by Circe, and likes being challenged.

He doesn't correct Rex, though. "Yes, I'm a very delicate flower. Please be gentle."

Circe bares her teeth. "Gentle is not something I do. Dinner in twenty."

Anders gapes, but quickly closes his mouth. Why is that so enticing?

"Yes, ma'am."

Circe's already turning to leave, and so misses his reaction. (Probably.)

Rex, on the other, is smirking.

If Rex was one of Hawke's friends, Anders would nudge him and teasingly ask him to stop. Since he's not, Anders pretends he can't see the smirk.

It doesn't stop Rex smirking. "I can leave you in peace if you want?"

"Ha!" Anders says, and nudges him. Maybe not being Hawke or her friends doesn't matter right now.

Rex nudges back, grinning.

"Do you think she likes me? From that interaction?" Anders laughs.