( Anders doesn't have any room to judge. If Ysverai hadn't disintegrated his threadbare coat, he'd probably look much the same minus the dirt. The only thing about him that bothers Anders is the fact that he's still standing by the door looking like a cornered animal. )

Neither am I. ( He says, dropping the amused tone as well as the smirk. He'll stop teasing as long as it gets the other man to relax. )

I'm sure it'll take care of itself on its own. If it doesn't, we'll just bang on the door until someone comes by to let us out.

I won't bite, I promise.