"A liar knows a liar when he sees them, tesoro." He murmurs, but says no more, letting his hand fall back to his side. It is not his place to pry- no more than it is his place to ask at all.
But an offer has been made and in that, he can rest easy knowing he made the attempt. Anything more is Cyril's to choose.
He would be lying even more if he said that he didn't have the desire to come close and kiss the uninjured side of Zevran's face as a farewell, but he doesn't. He steps back, about to leave.
"Maybe that's why I still like you," he says instead.
"And why I am so terribly fond of you." He blows Cyril a kiss before he turns to leave, his own attention returning to the intricate trap laid out on the table.
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But an offer has been made and in that, he can rest easy knowing he made the attempt. Anything more is Cyril's to choose.
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"Maybe that's why I still like you," he says instead.
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