"Do you?" Altair asked, turning his head as though to glance back- even though that just meant that there was a slight glint of gold from the edge of his mask to indicate that his head had moved at all. Still- it was just interest- innocent and curious. There was no tension, no letting go of Anders's hand, or immediately turning on him.

In fact, he didn't sound particularly shocked at all. There was only that curiosity and openness to the concept.

"From your line of questioning and your tone, I assume it was a willing thing."

He could have assumed or guessed that Anders was talking about someone else, he supposed, but then he wouldn't have brought it up at all. There was only the two of them, after all. Or rather, the three of them.

Four if they counted the cat, which Altair didn't think counted right now.

"If so, all I'd have to ask is are you both happy? And also that I'm here if you need to talk about it. Or I guess it's you both, in this case."