_{[Again with the rag! Anders shields his face so that the rag hits his arm and falls ineffectually to the floor. Can't he see Anders recently gave his robes a good clean? He's going to get them dirty all over again at this rate. Better than staining his shirt with tears, but still.]}

You have a strange attraction to throwing things. Too bad you weren't a mage--you could get away with throwing all sorts of things in the name of scholarly enterprise.

_{[He sighs as if the very thought of having to move tires him down to his very soul. All right, all right, if he insists.]}

Fine, have your bed. You need more beauty sleep than I do. _{[He stands.]} I should be off, besides.