[ The socks go next, clammy and sweaty and all- before there might have been a shudder, token swearing, tickling- now? Now Zevran has been shat and spat up upon regularly for the past few weeks. A little gross human sweat? is nothing. He pats Alistair's calves and begins a new sketch of Lucci and Alistair on the bed, small and large, human and elven, both adorably rumpled. ]
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You will be a good uncle for him, I am certain.