"I spy with my eye- someone that needs to eat more." He reaches out to rest his hand against Alistair's stomach, frowning. The usual slab of fat that he likes to rest his head against is still present- but it does not quite fit Alistair's hungry frame. "Seriously, Alistair. Tomorrow? We are hunting and finding something rich for you to eat."
The Calling is gone, he is sleeping better, he should be less haggard. That is Zevran's job. "Mmm. I suppose I would need two hands for you, wouldn't I?"
Ah, innuendo. Will it ever get old? Alistair will blush and sputter and roll his eyes, nudging him to the bedroll and they will both laugh.
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Date: 2016-07-10 07:22 am (UTC)The Calling is gone, he is sleeping better, he should be less haggard. That is Zevran's job. "Mmm. I suppose I would need two hands for you, wouldn't I?"
Ah, innuendo. Will it ever get old? Alistair will blush and sputter and roll his eyes, nudging him to the bedroll and they will both laugh.