Do his ears betray him or had that been... a tummy rumble?

"Oh, was that you? I was worried that growl was another monster sneaking up on us," he jests. Which isn't... that far out of the realm of possibility when some of these zombies have been lying in wait to attack the first person that crosses his path. So maybe not that funny.

Some light banter, at least, helps burn some of the tension out of him. His tone remains light as he turns to head up the stairs, speaking over his shoulder. "And just Anders will do. I feel like living and fighting in a magical realm together puts us on a first name basis."

And he's no "ser," besides. Just a mage. A badly behaved mage if one believes the stories about the future, for that matter.