[ Zevran is deeply pleased by his earlier round with the Chevalier, content and glowing as he works over the finer measurements for a particularly vile poison. Ear tips high, smiling as he measures out the ground herbs- and humming. As such he does not notice either the dog nor Alistair's expression- though he can hear Alistair's with his eyebrows and his jaw all emotive as they are. ]
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oh look it's got a dog too
Date: 2016-01-28 09:11 pm (UTC)Perhaps. Why do you ask?