He understood the gesture for what it was and smiled faintly. It surprised him how good it felt, just a small thing, when it was a concern he almost never voiced. It wasn't as though he could share it with his fellow Templars. The few friends he had outside the order weren't people he would talk shop with for a variety of reasons. It was...nice.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes at the dog. "Quite an actor you have there. If I couldn't see with my own eyes how well he eats, I might be inclined to believe him."

He nodded. "Yes, all sorts of things. I never went cold." His expression was fond, perhaps a little faraway but not in a melancholy cast. "Plate mail in a knitting circle? Perish the thought. There are too many things to catch on as I walk by. I'd have them knit me a full suit. I'd be the warmest man in Kirkwall." He flashed a full grin. "Shame it's just a dream, hmm?" His shoulders shook with suppressed laughter as he followed it out to the full mental image he had just painted.