"So, you just have a homely elf fetish then?"

"Excuse me?" Anders blanched at the question.

"Well, there's the staring at my ass, and oh, I don't know that woman. Namaya, was it?" Maeve said flicking out a hand behind her. "You know as well as I do that a woman doesn't mess with The Chantry unless she's getting a really nice pay off."

Anders narrowed his eyes. "Is that so? I remember someone stared down a Templar for me."

"Ha, ha. You got me. I am just so in love with you. So is Sigrun. Maker, Oghren's even been looking at you a little funny," Maeve frowned. "Anders, you used her. I really thought better of you."

Anders matched her expression. "Did I? Maybe I cared for her. You don't know."

"I do. If you... If you try that with anyone else I'll see that your ass is marched right back to The Tower. I can abide by murder, thievery, and even debauchery, but I won't allow the outright disrespect of -"

"I did care about her. Not as much as I should have, considering what she did or maybe more than I should have if she set us up. I'm not sure," he stepped toward Maeve. "Can we be done with this, Commander? Please?"

She raised her hand and touched his cheek. "For now."