Anders knew when he was being humored. He frowned to himself and tried not to think over some of the things that Justice had said when he first saw Merrill. For now she was the only link he seemed to have to Thedas, he didn't want to drive her away entirely or get her thinking that he'd gone mad.

After forcing a neutral look on his face he returned to Merrill and the cat, the latter of which was drinking out of the cup and purring at the elf woman's petting. "You at least like the stained glass."