I'm not making that face. That isn't a face I make.

[ Yes he is, and yes it is, but it's dark, and Zevran's head is against his chest, and for good measure he moves his hand to cup the back of his head and hold him there so he can't easily lift up to check. There's no proof. ]

Don't lie to me. I never lie to you. [ Except about the faces he's making. He's not serious; he knows Zevran knows. ] Do you know what season it was?