He can't help but exhale with some relief when Sam smiles a little. Anders hadn't known what to expect from the younger man, but he's glad that the initial reaction, at least, isn't fury.

"No, they simply get mud everywhere inside them. And gnaw on the ropes, the stakes, all of it." His own smile is a little weak, an little nervous, but it's there. Also there is a sense of the Fade to Sam. His attempt had been successful, then. Good.

Purrelden decides to go for Anders' bootlaces and the mage straightens up, surrendering to her antics for the moment.

"I'm glad you've found a spirit to work with. Who came?" Sam will tell him why he's here soon enough, likely. For now, Anders will give him time instead of pressing.