[ Somewhere beneath the haze of alcohol motivated forthrightness and a dense layer of humour, she is beginning to feel something like annoyance. Or hurt feelings. Or really it's just a generalised negative >8( sentiment simmering up as he continues with more seriousness than expected. She puts her grumpy face back in her cup as she listens and tries to think if anyone would kill Alistair for hurting her.
She remembers Herian and Martel and feels better. By the time she speaks, it's not combative, only frank, when she states; ]
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She remembers Herian and Martel and feels better. By the time she speaks, it's not combative, only frank, when she states; ]
That is--
[ Sweet? Admirable? Commendable? ]
--fucked up, Zevran.