I'm not seeing the problem. [The slightest bit racy, there, for a man who's been firmly under the chaste and reserved thumb of the Chantry for as long as Seoraj has known him, but then, any observer with good night vision could have caught him sneaking out from the root cellar of Lindsay Pottinger's house at all hours the summer before she'd taken up with Rick and had the baby.

It's all in the distant past, where Simon is concerned. He's seen none of them in well over a decade, and isn't sure whether he'd expected to again. Were Seoraj a closer relation, he might feel somehow conflicted about the encounter, but here's all the pleasure of old fond acquaintance with none of the guilt that comes from neglecting blood, and he won't dwell on that a moment longer, even if the question raises some remorse of a different sort.

Oh, I joined up of my own accord. [Eventually.] Not exactly a wealth of other options for a templar without a Circle, were there. I stuck it out in Ansburg until the Knight-Commander threw in the towel, but for all the good it did I might as well have left early for a head start on my way back here. [Because when he'd left home, it had been for Kirkwall. But changes happen, and assignments shift, and usually the input of the templar in question isn't involved. He'll pretend that's what happened.]

Why, how'd they catch you?