It's very hard to keep from snorting at the werewolf line, but Anders manages. Barely.

"We'll be back, Seeker." He even manages to sound mostly disinterested. Maybe one day he'll actually get the hang of this whole acting thing. "After a little enjoyable wine, with the key, and so on."

Anders reaches over and rests a hand on Narcisse's shoulder. "It's all right. I'm a Warden, he can't really get at me. And we're honored guests so I can cover for you." It's rather nice to be the good cop, he has to say.