Ah. Alistair thinks everything is a joke and Anders- means better but he sees magic in almost all of its forms as a gift. That someone's innate nature might cause them pain does not seem to sit well with him.

[ There's clink, a teacup resting back neatly in its saucer. ]

It is like being a mage. There is a price. You have taught yourself control but you cannot be rid of it without losing a part of yourself. Where you are from it has caused those to fear you as we are feared here.