He knows he couldn't actually stop Hawke if Adalwolfe pushed, so he breathes an internal sigh of relief when his stubborn boyfriend gives in. Although, he supposed he could have always used a glyph of paralysis with only mild guilt.

There's clear agitation and anger in his face, but it's laced together with hurt and confusion and he's silent a moment in the face of Adalwolfe's question. His eyes don't try to dart away, he knows what Hawke must be imagining, considering every bloodmage in Kirkwall and Anders' reaction to Merrill for years. He didn't feel guilt for it.

"Not as much as you might think. I asked her what I needed to know and nothing else. I treated her as a patient." Not a Hawke, not even a friend, simply arms length like they were both so good at doing. He didn't trust himself to ask her anything else or even to look at her for too long without letting that hurt and confusion and anger linger long enough for her to catch in his eyes.

"You should talk to her yourself, if anyone is to understand, I suspect it will be you. Just not until your doing so won't hamper your healing."