Fenris almost snorts inelegantly, but instead it's more like a huff. He's glad to see Varric, he is, but one would not be able to tell it by looking at him. Maybe Varric remembers the small differences to see it, but Fenris isn't any better at showing his emotions than he was before.

"Someone I am acquainted with," he says it way too fondly, well for him, "demands I wear something other than my armour and while I am... remiss to incur their nagging, I find that the threats here are rarely physical."

He sounds almost disappointed, because physical attacks would be easier to deal with. But, while he talks, he looks up at the box that Varric needs to get and studies it quietly.

"Her means of torture are psychological mostly, the Fox has forced me to relive my worst memories, be vulnerable, force confessions and honesty with other captives here and even at times fight for my life else be killed. Sometimes these... trials are harmless and ignorable and sometimes they are invasive and torturous. You're tall tales will only get you so far here, Varric."