Leliana laughs, very quietly - more a breath than anything. "You're in considerable trouble, then.`'

Indulging the child, Leliana pulls off back her cowl, mouth quirking into a grin as his curiosity. "Hello, Luciano," she murmurs, tone brighter than it has been in years because children should not be treated to dark things, as she divides Zevrans hair into four segments, weaving them together into a braid. "Your daddy is silly, isn't he? Very silly." And she makes quick work of tying back the braid, so she can work the glove off one hand and crouch down next to Zevran.

Crouch down next to him and not look at him. "True enough. I wondered what you would advise in a situation when a scout has developed feelings of affection for one they work with - or believing they have, when there is every possibility they have not, and are entangling lust and wanting. Distorting them, I think."

Also a lie, but also not.