Anders blinks, a little surprised by the answer, but maybe he shouldn't have been. Isabela is fond of Zevran, after all. Briefly he wishes he'd met the man in his younger years, but Anders isn't dead yet. He can perhaps still enjoy himself, depending on Justice.

"I have absolutely no desire to argue that." Though suddenly he's struck by a thought that has his smile growing a little more. "You and Oghren must have been quite the pair. The poor Warden-Commander." Somehow, he doesn't sound like he really feels bad for the Warden-commander at all. After all, he'd had fun harassing everyone with Oghren.

But for now, there's a slightly more important matter at hand, something that could come in very hand if he's ever in shackles or a cell again. Anders holds out a hand for the practice lock. "I've some experience with refining my technique. And finding all the right spots. I wonder if magic can help with these ones too?" Force, or arcane, perhaps. Definitely not anything elemental.