To step away would require Jehan to move his bad leg. It would also require him to have less faith in the Inquisition's leaders and snowball fight's organizers. Surely this Anders would not be on the field if he were in the habit of harming Chantry personnel. So all he does is shift his weight away, nearly imperceptibly, at the frowning.

"I will remove torturing the innocent from my list of hobbies," he says. "It was near the bottom already. I'm sure I won't miss it." He's joking. Should he be joking? Probably not. But he's a peculiar sort of Chantry Brother, with friends who are horrid influences. More seriously, he goes on: "Whatever quarrel we may have had through the Chantry, Anders, I will consider Seeker Pentaghast and Sister Nightengale to have resolved. And your sweet bread, of course." He gestures with it, like a toast, but pauses short of taking another bite. "I am sure we can have a quarrel of our very own in no time at all."