[ The forced nonchalance is immediately abandoned in favor of a flat look, just short of a glare. There's no fire behind it, only flash-pan sulking at not being permitted to pretend. ]
No fire out of his eyes, or—
[ Or. Alistair isn't sure what he expects. He's also not really surprised that Zevran thinks he's being ridiculous. He knows he's being, if not fully ridiculous, at least slightly ridiculous, with nerves and uncertainty making any number of more legitimate concerns feel that much worse. But that's his way. ]
no subject
No fire out of his eyes, or—
[ Or. Alistair isn't sure what he expects. He's also not really surprised that Zevran thinks he's being ridiculous. He knows he's being, if not fully ridiculous, at least slightly ridiculous, with nerves and uncertainty making any number of more legitimate concerns feel that much worse. But that's his way. ]
—hidden scales?