Right, I forgot. You must have been escaping like the clever thing you are during that class.

[He's amused by it as much as he's impressed, has always been impressed by Anders' stories of his many escapes from Kinloch Tower. Granted there's the undercurrent that if he'd been so clever then why did he have to escape so many times instead of just the once, but he'd always seemed to have gotten recaptured doing something selfless. Saving someone's life, healing sick children, putting cream out for cats. That's the Anders he fell in love with, and he was always there, even before Justice. It's a comfort, that.]

My love, the quintessential rebel.

[He leans over and presses his palm to the side of Anders' jaw, brushing his thumb affectionately over the stubble he finds there.]