Cyril chuckles a bit, as if at a private joke. "Very carefully," he admitted after a moment. "I'm afraid I'm a little more vain that any one else in my clan. But it serves me well." He spreads a hand over the uninjured part of Zevran's stomach. "When it allows me to see and touch someone as fine as you." Then, after a moment. "I'm afraid I never got your name, nor gave you mind. I'm Cyril of Clan Ashara." Cyril also isn't a Dalish name but he still seems proud of it.
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Date: 2015-10-18 05:50 am (UTC)