[ Alistair listens, nodding here and there, while he settles down onto the floor with his kidnapping victim, Lucci in the corner, Alistair's back to Zevran and legs splayed to create a barrier the baby will have to cross to escape. Alistair's reflexes are at least that fast. ]

I'll wake you up if he needs you, [ he promises. He won't be able to help it. With how jumpy Zevran is, Alistair doubts he'll be able to sleep through any crying or commotion. To Lucci, he's quieter: ] You sound like a lot of trouble, ser. Just like your father. Does he put oil in your hair?

[ It's a rhetorical question. Go to sleep, Zev. ]