"Yes I will." A bruise for his troubles- it is not often Zevran finds himself provoked to such things but the weight of it all, Alistair's incidental part in the matter? Makes it feel almost easy. The glowering resentment he is unaccustomed to carrying makes it easy.
His face has not changed, nor his posture. Back straight, head high, eyes dark and flinty rather than burnished gold. There is no humor to him. Cole, at least, seems to understand. Apparently putting a stick figure with pointed ears on a leash and leaving it on Cullen's table still isn't hint enough. Solas remains pleased because it is something he'd wanted to see done in the first place.
"You really think I could get away now? Leliana's had guards outside my room and my tent every night since the announcement." A precaution, he knows, and she knows him so well.
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Date: 2016-07-07 06:36 pm (UTC)His face has not changed, nor his posture. Back straight, head high, eyes dark and flinty rather than burnished gold. There is no humor to him. Cole, at least, seems to understand. Apparently putting a stick figure with pointed ears on a leash and leaving it on Cullen's table still isn't hint enough. Solas remains pleased because it is something he'd wanted to see done in the first place.
"You really think I could get away now? Leliana's had guards outside my room and my tent every night since the announcement." A precaution, he knows, and she knows him so well.