Are you sure it wouldn't be a disappointment after so many years of wondering? By now you've probably come up with far better versions of it than I could ever provide.

[It had been a goofy, in-the-moment invention made necessary by his need of deflection. He's fairly sure there had been waggled fingers and eyebrows. And some steps. And a little hum.

He may be stalling.]

I'm not even sure I remember...

[And yet Zevran looks so hopeful. At least he knows any laughter from the elf won't be mocking. Anders gets up with a sigh.]

I think it started like this.

[Plenty of waggling. Fingers, eyebrows, and hips. The man he was is mostly lost, but there are remnants.]