"Sorry, Bela. The few I taught it to left my life years and years ago. You're not likely to run across them." They're not likely to still be alive. "And I'd teach Bethany, but then Hawke would show up just long enough to stab me. ...On second thought, perhaps I should teach Bethany."

There's a faint smile in his eyes as they climb the stairs and make the turn. He won't. He doesn't like Bethany in that way. But oh, it would have been nice to see Hawke one more time, even if it was arriving to stab him. He'd loved her. He still might. And he'd screwed everything up as usual.

Which means he needs to pull his thoughts away from that. And since he's behind her, with a very nice behind in sight, Anders slides his arm out from hers to grab it lightly. They're heading for bed; this isn't unwanted.