[The knock is followed by a clatter and mumbled curse before the door is thrown open. Alistair grins brightly when he sees Anders but it dims a little as he gets a good look at the man.]

Hi. Welcome to my side of the hall.

[He moves back into the room, expecting Anders to follow, and makes his way over to where a whetstone, a tin of polish and some rags sit by his longsword. Dropping down to sit on the floor he waves at the bed in invitation.]

Have a seat.

[Hopefully Anders doesn't mind being forced to sit there. There's not a lot of other options besides the floor, the room sparsely furnished and plain. There's the bed, an armour stand, the closet and a side table and little else to fill the small space. Unless Anders feels like sitting on the pile of clothes and other junk shoved into the corner.]

Next time you can just knock if you want. My education was pretty light on manners. I won't get too horrified if you forget to use the right fork at dinner or just show up.

[It's still considerably better than the Warden he knows back in Ferelden and his habit of just barging into places and leaving the door wide open.]

So what are we talking about?