There's a pause between the words and touch on his hands before he focuses on Nate, staring with a little fear and worry before he looks over at Alistair. If Alistair's seeing this, then it's not the Fade this time. It's not a demon. Right? Tentatively he takes Nate's hand, noting that no price has been asked. Demons demand something. His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips before he swallows.

"You're real? He's real, Alistair?"