[ He's a puppy, fine, but Zevran is sentimental and affectionate and kind and Alistair will fight him on that, nonviolently, with words and eyebrows and stuff, for as long as it takes. Later. When it's necessary. Right now he's going to sit here and let Doghren chew on his fingertips and let refuse to move until Zevran makes him.

On some level, underneath everything else, he's still thinking about Kieran. Slowly.

He sighs a little. It's not an unhappy sigh. ]

If you adopt a child, and you haven't fallen madly and monogamously in love with someone more useful than me, I'll ask for a permanent assignment somewhere. They'll give it to me.