"I know, that's why I came to ask you." He follows along after Anders, a little sobered by the turn of the conversation. Though Anders does know this already and he said yes anyway, so that's encouraging. "I trust you."

Such a simple thing to say but it means the world. The parts left unsaid express more than a general trust. This isn't a trust that Anders will keep a secret or not take the last cookie. This is Adalwolfe trusting Anders with anything he's shown, trusting the man not to run off scared if it happens to be about him or get angry. Despite the overexcited vigor with which Adalwolfe had come to Anders with this little plan, he has in fact thought it through. Anders is the only person he can ask, the only person here he trusts with himself. Not even Marian, who ostensibly is him, can he say that about.

"Besides, if I can choose, the memory will be about Ser Drools anyway." A scoff, a cover up for the brief window of emotional vulnerability that he fears if he didn't close Anders would turn heel just as one or the other of them have done when any of their conversations got too deep in the last month. Flirting is all well and good - or well and bad for different reasons - but with them it seems to always lead to some kind of earnest feeling that they both know they shouldn't have in the state they're in. Not like this.

Maker, what is he doing...