"Stop saying that." Whatever he saw, whatever he thought? It couldn't be true. Time and patience has taught Zevran that Michel is not entirely like those that made a ruin of him in the past for the simple joy of doing so; but this?

This felt too much like a trick. Too much like something out of a fairy story to possibly be real. It couldn't be.

"Whatever it is you feel- it isn't that. It cant' be that. Chevalier do not love elves. Nobles do not love elves. We are enjoyed and set aside." Perhaps befriended, true, bu not loved.