And yet I have no recollection of such a thing.

[ It's instinctive the way he bites back at Anders — the man makes it difficult not to snap. His arms cross as he scoffs. ]

I would be sure not to forget such an event, trust me.

[ He almost doesn't notice Anders' slowed breathing, because fuck him, but as he awaits a response or further explanation...he can tell something isn't right. A brow quirking, he leans over Anders, hesitating before reaching out to nudge him. ]

Mage?

[ If he dies AFTER he dragged his ass here he'll be furious. ]

Is this sleep or death taking you?