He looks directly at Iskandar now, swallowing. Sometimes he forgets how easily read he is despite how he tries to cover and seem fine. For a moment he's tempted to say he doesn't know what the man means, but then he simply shrugs instead. Lying isn't the path to take.

"It could be. He's that sort, the type to care no matter what. He's a very good man." Who is with a murderer. It doesn't make any sense at all, but love likes to do that. "You should meet him sometime. Nathaniel's one of the best people here, easily."

Anders looks back at his cat and turns her around so she's facing where another beetle is lumbering through. "Come on, little one. You can take it."