He really thought he'd managed to get through to the Templar, but those ingrained prejudices run deep, it seems, if this is going to be the immediate reaction to a mage walking into the room. Anders' flippant request for Nathaniel to shoot the man not long ago had given him some inkling that things weren't entirely rosy between the two of them, but this was just verging on hysterically ridiculous.

"Honestly?" Nathaniel blurts out in utter disbelief, not even moving to reach for the small dagger concealed on his person. He looks to Anders with something akin to aggravated helplessness. "He keeps doing this. I think he actually wants to bleed to death."

Given the mess currently all over the floor, which Nathaniel is finding ever so subtly distressing, it doesn't look like it's going to be long until Cullen passes out from blood loss anyway.

"Can you knock him out? Gently."