Alistair huffs, just short of a proper laugh. It was a very shoddy attempt. Zevran could have done better. He could definitely do better now. "I'll do a reenactment," he promises—honestly, he will—and settles one arm around Zevran's torso more firmly. To keep him warm. "Do they know about the Crows? Other than Leliana."
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Date: 2016-06-30 07:00 pm (UTC)