"I'm not sure," he says -- because all he remembers is the conversation. An abstract thing on its own. "To see if you could, perhaps, for fun. At least, that is what you seemed to think. That it was just for her own amusement."

Magic isn't for your amusement! Anders says in his head, and he finds himself circling the phrase warily like it might bite. Magic?

He thinks he might need a drink, only that might make it worse if they are drugged. What if this is a sign it's getting worse?