Brennan was not ready to explain why he had let her hit him and then walk away. He could not explain, especially when he did not fully know it himself. It might have come from his slight weakness for the ladies, but more likely from his own flaws. He was mostly incapable of taking offense at anything directed solely at himself. Unable to keep sitting still, he jumped to his feet and began pacing his way throughout the room.
"I do not know, I think not. There are no Templars banging down the doors, but everyone has been so busy." Maybe they had not yet realized that he was a mage, but he wanted to leave before anyone had an epiphany to the contrary. He was filled with restless energy at the merest thought of leaving, having lived on the road so long that it was second nature.
After heaving a sigh, he asked, "Will she help, are you certain?" He did not know much of Grey Wardens, but he trusted Imenry's judgment of character. The idea that he had a way out, one that did not involve living in secrecy, that he had not seen before was slightly intoxicating.