There was a time where he wouldn't have believed that it was possible for that to happen, but now that's he's been here for awhile, that's no longer the case. It still doesn't mean he likes it, though, and he's quick to shake his head in denial, even though it leaves him a bit light-headed for a few seconds afterwards.

"Look, you're in the Inquisition, though. It's different here. They'd not let the Templars abuse that "law". Not if they want any of the other mages to keep helping them. And you've friends here. Anders, and Bethany, and me. In fact, if anyone laid a finger on you, I'd..."

Rather than finish the thought, however, he breaks off, making himself take a deep breath and push away the flare of protectiveness that's prompted the statement in the first place. There's still some of it there when he looks back at her, along with determination and a tiny hint of the feelings he hasn't admitted to mixed in with the lot.

"I'll not let them harm you, Kallian. Not ever."