He looks at the young man with a little surprise before his brain kicks in and he's ducking his head in a nod and taking the offered mug.

"Thank you." He's a young mage, no less. Other young people aren't less important, by any means, but Anders most appreciates when he sees a mage helping another mage. The wedges the Templars had driven in between them, fear and stress and not wanting to be seen as plotting or conspiring, could not last. Then again, the help may be because the boy doesn't know who he is.

"It's definitely cold. I was a little unaware of it, though. Thinking." Probably not what most people would want to hear. He gives the young mage a wary smile and holds out a hand while bracing for the worst. "I'm Anders. You're welcome to join me if you'd like."