"Is that all," Alistair says, and leans forward, conspiratorial. There is a brief moment when he looks like he might lean all the way--not like that. All the way over to fall onto the floor and fall asleep. But he doesn't. "We could sneak out in the middle of the night. Be in Antiva before the month is out."

He'd never. And neither would Zevran. Alistair has known that about him possibly longer than Zevran has known it about himself.