"He takes after his mother." Though something in Zevran does puff up at the compliment. Pride for his child. A strange thing to be experiencing but- much of his life has been strange since the infant arrived. "No one else knows."

He's quick to say.

"Only you and Mia. I would wish to keep it that way- at least until I find somewhere safe for him." That isn't with Zevran, that much goes unsaid. This is a hold in the middle of a war. No place for a child. He is an assassin, a master of his own cell. He cannot do what needs to be done and raise a boy.