"I love a man," Michel was very firm in that particular statement, he'd seen enough masks to last a lifetime, and perhaps more, he was well acquainted with them, "but you are right, I cannot make you feel anything for me that you do not feel. If you do not love me, even in some small measure, then that is fine...it is what I needed to be certain of, so that I know what I can and cannot survive."

Sharing a bed with Zevran was out of the question and being in his presence was the same, "we will never speak of it again and you have my word, I will never touch you again. That seems right, yes?"

Not that he could keep how wrong it felt from creeping into his voice, but honor had to be stronger than what he wanted.