Brennan played to her obvious amusement, "Her clothes were ugly too. Since when was baby vomit a color worth dyeing cloth?" He shook his head from side to side with exaggerated slowness. It was his story, and he loved telling them once he got into it. There was something about having someone waiting on his next word that he enjoyed - maybe he enjoyed it too much.
His expression fell when she told him about mages. He knew a bit about it, but not to the detail she clearly did. He could never ask about it, for fear that someone would wonder why he did not already know it, or wonder why he was so interested. His lies and distractions could not stand up to too much inquiry. He had played the 'dumb Orlesian' twice since he came to Fereldan, it only involved pretending like he did not speak the local language and answering in Orlesian. However, that was about as close as he came to a reoccurring cover story.
"That sounds...horrible." He tried to think of what their lives would be like, but his imagination failed him. Same as it always did whenever he tried. It was just too far beyond his realm of experience for him to understand it. "I'm glad we are much more sensible about it." He said offhandedly.