Alistair wants him to promise not to die, possibly ever, but especially not now, while everything is terrible and Zevran is his last great hope, too. But he's reached the limit of selfishness. He shakes his head, lips pursed to hold back the demands, and then says, "I was worried. That's all."

But still: no more heroics. (Ha. Ha ha.)

"I'll bow," Alistair piles on, since singing isn't scary enough. "I'll get on my knees and look at you like you're a god."

And that wasn't intentional, swear to Andraste. He doesn't even realize. He switches with ease from threats to a genuine offer, tipping his chin back toward the fire.

"I'll sit with you."