He frowned, then glanced at Anders with an eyebrow raised. Did he look like he was a Templar anymore? He had ditched everything that reminded him of that life, though with a sword, he most likely still looked like one in Anders' mind. "I. Am not. A. Templar," he ground out, becoming every inch the Commander of the Inquisition's forces. All that was missing was his leonine helmet. "I left the Order." Through choice, to become something better.

"I married for love, nothing else. Her name is Lady Nadia Trevelyan." The expression that suddenly crossed his face couldn't be missed for anything except love. Though if he'd heard anything of the Inquisition, he'd know exactly who she was.