Zevran ignores the comment as it is one that is meant to be ignored. The day has been fine, his spirits relatively high, and they've a mission to hunt and slaughter a demon in the morning. No strangeness with his hand, no politics required, no grand speeches. He can be Zevran for a little while and it becomes easier and easier to let the act slip and simply be himself. Especially now that the others seem to be warming to it.
Alistair never really needed that grace period, once he'd decided they were going to get along? They simply did. Strange thing, that. Zevran has never spared it much thought, simply taken it as truth that they are what they are.
"Ah, but I have been through that particular ride once before-" His lips twist faintly as he takes another brief swig of brandy, capping off the flask. "And it does not end well."
It ends in blood, in fact, and he would rather avoid that. "I shall content myself with sharing my bedroll with you, mm? All of the warmth, none of the fun- but none of the mess to clean up afterward."
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Date: 2016-07-10 07:02 am (UTC)Alistair never really needed that grace period, once he'd decided they were going to get along? They simply did. Strange thing, that. Zevran has never spared it much thought, simply taken it as truth that they are what they are.
"Ah, but I have been through that particular ride once before-" His lips twist faintly as he takes another brief swig of brandy, capping off the flask. "And it does not end well."
It ends in blood, in fact, and he would rather avoid that. "I shall content myself with sharing my bedroll with you, mm? All of the warmth, none of the fun- but none of the mess to clean up afterward."