He could argue--don't let them yourself, you'll outlive me--but Zevran's conceded enough as it is. It's his turn. He nods. "I'll make sure everyone knows you talk to dogs and cheat at cards," he promises, "and you tried to flirt with Cousland while you were bleeding, and you wanted to run but didn't because you're a sucker for pouting warriors."
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Date: 2016-07-05 05:57 pm (UTC)