He should be proud. Very, very proud. Taas is complete putty in the elf's hands, brought apart by touches and scents and warmed Antivan brandy in a tiny fragile cup. Ruined, reshaped underneath the touch of such an artist. It was very different from how the qunari conquered, but in the end? The results seemed the same.

He was at Zevran's mercy, now. It makes him smile, watching the elf enjoy his victory. Such a beautiful, beautiful man. It's surprising how fond he had gotten of him, and it was something new to explore. Enjoy. For now.

"You definitely deserve a reward..."