He goes still as Edgar touches his fingers, mouth dry. Almost all the flirting that goes on around him, he's started, and aside from Zevran it's been a very long time since someone did that to him. He hadn't been prepared for it. A moment later he's swallowing and smiling, about to gently point out that he's taken... and then he's realizing this could be a way to get more insight in the case. But that feels shady and dishonest in a way he doesn't want to be and he's caught, hand still out where Edgar touched it.

"I... I mean, yes. I do a lot of work and it helps my skin, prevents skin breaking, especially in the cold and the like." Anders pulls his hand back now, thumb tracing over the spot touched.

"I'm sure you do something with yours. With the flowers?"