Anyone else and this would be too intimate. Would be too much like being lovers, too much like sentiment that Zevran flees from for so many reasons-

But it is Alistair, and they are friends, and it means nothing. This is simply how they are. Why, exactly, he doesn't know. But he doesn't question. Merely steals these moments and saves them for when the nights are dark and the world is cruel. "I do."

A beat.

"Want that. She might wish to kill me and I would like to have a second on hand just in case."