[ it's true-- the rules for spirits are different. a spirit does what's in its nature, and as an elemental, that's true also of jack. the cold is a part of him. for solas, the savagery had been a choice.. as it had been a choice to eventually set it aside. (he is not his origins. he must not be his origins.)

the hesitant question earns another small smile on his end, no matter that jack can't see it. ]

I would be glad of the company. [ a pause, then musingly: ] It's strange, I suppose. I enjoyed my solitude when I worked for the Inquisition, but now I seem to prefer companionship. [ perhaps because he knows what waits for him when he leaves this place. in the end, after all, what's left for him but death? he'll find his end one way or another, whether having forced the inquisitor's hand, or in the fall of the veil, or in facing the evanuris once more. it's selfish of him, but he wants to take what affection he can in this place, from people who have no idea what he truly is. (ever the deceiver, wolf.)

he shakes himself of the thoughts with some effort, taking a breath to steady himself. ] The door will be open-- please let yourself in.