[O-kay. If Anders is acting, then the curiously clueless look he shoots the small screen recommends him as an Oscar nominee because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt he doesn't know this elf from a hole in the head. What, had he peed in this fellow's cereal in a past life?
The way the elf flares his nostrils over magic, a mage might have done so.]
Yes, my name is Anders and I'm a mage. Tricky me, trying to slip those things past you! You caught me.
[Anders would sooner eat the device than admit it, but he's suddenly a little glad he'd picked a spot outside to sit and monitor the garden... and isn't currently anywhere in the vicinity of Mr. Serious Eyebrows' room. He senses he'd regret it if they were speaking face to face, not he doesn't already regret it a little now.]
Listen, I'm sure you're busy turning out drawers so I'll keep a long story short--
[Blink once and the average person would miss it, but Anders lets his usual taunting humor fade by a hair's breadth. Just a bit. He thinks he knows what's wrong here and it's not really a laughing matter when it's his reputation floating around out there, picking up more crimes to his name like a snowball growing in size as it rolls out of control down a cliff.]
--but I don't know what you're talking about. Or I don't remember you. Take your pick which, it amounts to about the same. Time magic and missing memories, blah blah blah, it's a whole thing. [A hand wave.] So! Whatever you think I didn't or didn't do... er, well, sorry. I don't have answers for you.
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The way the elf flares his nostrils over magic, a mage might have done so.]
Yes, my name is Anders and I'm a mage. Tricky me, trying to slip those things past you! You caught me.
[Anders would sooner eat the device than admit it, but he's suddenly a little glad he'd picked a spot outside to sit and monitor the garden... and isn't currently anywhere in the vicinity of Mr. Serious Eyebrows' room. He senses he'd regret it if they were speaking face to face, not he doesn't already regret it a little now.]
Listen, I'm sure you're busy turning out drawers so I'll keep a long story short--
[Blink once and the average person would miss it, but Anders lets his usual taunting humor fade by a hair's breadth. Just a bit. He thinks he knows what's wrong here and it's not really a laughing matter when it's his reputation floating around out there, picking up more crimes to his name like a snowball growing in size as it rolls out of control down a cliff.]
--but I don't know what you're talking about. Or I don't remember you. Take your pick which, it amounts to about the same. Time magic and missing memories, blah blah blah, it's a whole thing. [A hand wave.] So! Whatever you think I didn't or didn't do... er, well, sorry. I don't have answers for you.