"How much do you actually know about me, Anders?" he asks then, the words coming suddenly after a few moments of thought. This has been a constant topic of needling since he arrived, and it's been prompting him to think back to just the kind of person he was when he first met the Warden-Commander. Not the most welcoming of people, he knows, but he was sure he displayed more of a personality than constant sour brooding.

Nathaniel leans back on his hands, looking at the mage with a kind of calculating curiosity. Maybe time has dulled the more irritating aspects of Anders' personality, but he can't recall that they ever really came to blows and his current level of friendly fondness is genuine.

"Honestly. I do remember us having actual conversations in between you driving me to distraction."