"Right," Varric holds his hands out like he's worried the fence will collapse...but it doesn't, and he turns to face his new company. "I know I wouldn't want to let someone into my home and arm them to the teeth with my own weapons. Or even with theirs."

He's open-minded, but not so much so his brains could fall out.

"That would be appreciated." His grin is lop-sided but genuine. "I'm honoured you would come and play twenty questions with me instead."

And then he makes a show of thinking about it.

"Would you rather eat a cake that tastes like shit or shit that tastes like cake?"

...He will (probably) not force Vidar to play a full game of this. He's just being a shit.