You're biased, [ Alistair says, quite serious, and then shifts to less serious sing-songing: ] because you love me.
[ He'll be cooler about that someday. In his defense, no one's ever told him so before. At least not anyone who meant it. Also in his defense, he returns to seriousness immediately, arm wrapping firm around Zevran's ribs. ] I'd have liked her, too. Or. Well. I'd probably have been afraid of her. But after that.
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Date: 2016-01-02 03:40 pm (UTC)[ He'll be cooler about that someday. In his defense, no one's ever told him so before. At least not anyone who meant it. Also in his defense, he returns to seriousness immediately, arm wrapping firm around Zevran's ribs. ] I'd have liked her, too. Or. Well. I'd probably have been afraid of her. But after that.