He shouldn't snort a bitter laugh- but he is drunk enough to do so. To list away and shake his head because Alistair had made such promises once before, and the goal had been simple. Save the wardens. He's done that. And now? Now it is save the world. "What more after that?"

Because there would be something else. Some other thing Alistair needs of him for some reason or another. "What else when we are on the march and you change your mind again?"

Perhaps he shouldn't have taken Alistair for granted for so long. It'd be easier to bear the weight of his disagreement. But hearing 'yes' and 'sure Zev' for years has not made this simpler to swallow.