"So it is not my feelings that I am misunderstanding, but yours, then," Again Michel tapped his fingers at his side, at least Zevran admitted that much, Michel wasn't at all perplexed about how he felt. It was the other man he was trying to ascertain. He did not believe that Zevran did not love, for instance, he wasn't frozen in a painting or impervious. No one he'd ever met was, "I'm beginning to see what it is that you find so enticing about me."

Unfortunately it wasn't said with the same intent as Zevran seemed to imply, "I'm a Chevalier, a noble, a human, and an Orlesian--who could resist such a charmer, yes?"