He reached over and patted her knee gently. "My last serious lover blew up the Kirkwall Chantry, killed hundreds of innocent people and started a war. You can't do worse than me, my dear."
Anders' betrayal was like a deep scar. It still hurt sometimes but mostly it ached. Oh, how he had loved his rebel mage but after that? No, he couldn't love that man anymore.
"Oh, my ass is everyone's type," he said with a laugh and a saucy wink at her. Of course he knew his appeal. He had confidence in spades on that front. "I think I've already got one. I'll let you know tomorrow. I apologize for bragging in advance."