Anders smiles and kisses her again, grinding against her.

"I do, it's true. Now, unless your sister is an incredible smooth talker, we're probably running out of time..."

Nellie blushes and nods a bit.

"I wanted to ask, but I always thought you were just given to the Chantry. I know a lot of templars got into the Order that way, so I just assumed...and it's not like my life has been any more interesting. I've never even seen Denerim, and you're from there."

She smiles.

"Is it nice?"