He grins at the snort of laughter, though it fades a little at the glance and change of tone. Vandelin doesn't owe him anything, but he hadn't thought the elf was deliberately hiding his background until now. The thought gets pushed back. Maybe he's misread their friendship, maybe he hasn't, but it doesn't matter at the moment. He's here to try to help Vandelin's mental state, hence the cat.

"They may well figure it out," Anders says as he tries to return his smile to where it was. It's close, at least. "I'll leave you to bond with him, and you can call me on the crystals if you've any questions at all. I'm glad to help with cats."

He half-turns and pauses, looking back at Vandelin. "And if... If you ever want to talk, you can call me as well, you know."