"Yes. Demons make a huge difference." He rolled the bottle slowly between his hands, a gentle back and forth movement that sent it from palm to fingertips and back again, alternating the left and the right. He didn't seem aware of doing it.

"We have to be ready. There's no acceptable alternative." If anything, he believed the Tevinter Imperium was a stark example of that. In that respect, he was much like Fenris without the bitterness and hatred to twist the view to fanaticism. There but for the grace of the Maker...

"Then don't be. If you want to know me, that's...definitely relevant to why I think the way I think and do what I do. I don't like to get heavy handed with it, though." He didn't like to go into detail, and he might never. Not even Meredith had heard all of it from him, only enough to be able to put her trust in him.