[Anders makes to argue further, but Floppington tugs on the leg of his trousers and stares up at him with those big, pleading eyes, and he finds himself incapable of resisting. Maker, is his little Warden Commander turning into Pinsy?

With a defeated sigh, he stoops to pick up his striped little feline friend and hugs him carefully to his chest. The Meowstic seems pleased by this, though not in a smug way.]

I'm alright, Flopsy.

[His attention quickly returns to Dorian, and though the look he gives the Vint is most certainly a glare, his voice is much calmer.]

I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, but a Darkspawn Magister sounds like your problem.