Lucci is loathe to give up the shining prize, large, blue eyes welling up with tears when Leliana finally frees that pretty red hair. Until the shrieking starts, and it would, Zevran means to let her handle it however she thinks best.

"I will...consider it. You know? Alistair joked about my fathering a child some time ago. A jest about 'little zevrans' with their little knives. What I told him then I think holds true now." Ah, there is the hitching burble of breath that is the beginning of a sob. Without thought and without hesitation Zevran tugs the end of his braid over his shoulder, pressing it into Lucci's hand. "We want their lives to be better than our own. I do not know that I can provide that for him."