This time he entirely fails to hide his surprise before nodding in thanks and taking a drink before passing the flask back. The Inquisition Wardens have certainly been friends, but a majority of it has been after getting to know him. This may be one of the first times a Warden has taken him at face value as a Warden.

"We certainly drew a lot of attention," he says wryly. Purrelden starts her determined way climbing up his back with claws out, all the way to his shoulder, which gets a couple of winces but he's mostly used to it.

"But I'm glad if we helped more people escape the Venatori. I don't think they were quite as prepared for us as they thought they were, somehow. Will you be coming the whole way back, to Kirkwall, to join up with our little Warden band?" He'll not probe about the escape, or who the man is. Not when his own identity has seemingly been readily accepted.