Cade shakes his head, lifting it to reveal that he doesn't look quite so dismal as before; instead he looks... still strained, but almost amused. Desperate, worn down.
"No," he says quietly, and now offers Zevran a glance, if only to see what his expression is before he continues. "...not just him."
He rubs the back of his neck, pushing up the curls that rest against it. "If I were to walk off the battlements, few would notice, and fewer would have a problem with it." He lowers his hand again, raising his eyes to Zevran's. "Am I wrong?"