"I'm not angry," Anders said, though he wasn't calm, either. "You're telling me you can't control your gift and it's making you walk around all night in strange place and wake up wrecked. Andraste's tears, Nathan, you could get killed that way. And I'm almost certain you're not telling me everything. I can read you better than you give me credit for."

He glanced over. "If you were literally anybody else, I would be thinking you'd spent the night with someone else right about now."