[Oh, he has to throw in the scrutinizing look, doesn't he. Anders doesn't flinch but nor does he pretend he doesn't notice it, raising his eyebrows as if he's expecting some kind of comment to follow being so plainly sized up like that. There's a note of challenge in it purely by reflex; the part of him ready to start throwing fireballs at a moment's notice if someone with attitude and opinions wants to try something.

But. Oh. "You're right," those are words he's only so rarely heard in that order, and he relaxes just a fraction. Yes, them - he knows this one; that earns a hum of agreement and a furrowed brow, for them.]

Oh, I've already had words on the other side about how much idle ass-sitting they're doing over there. [making friends and influencing people, obviously] Is that your play, then? Use them before they can use you?

[Not that he's... wholly against the concept, but what if one in every twenty people here isn't among the them...]

Don't mistake me for a bleeding heart, [only for wizards] I'm canvassing.