Garrett cocks his head quizzically, in one fell stroke giving all kinds of support to the theory that Fereldens are dog people in more than one sense. All he's missing is a whine.

"According to some people, maybe--I'm a mage? You know, cursed by the Maker, probably insane, tend to set things on fire when of a certain awkward age?" He rubs the back of his neck, feeling just a tad awkward. "If that doesn't mean anything to you in your Milky Way I suppose it must be a...very different place."

A beat: "And it'd make my brother have kittens."