The Emprise has been managed- or at least as best he could at the moment. The Red Lyrium mine destroyed, people freed, a demon slain-
And a marvelous prize afterward. Making Michel an Agent of the Inquisition for his connections- or at least his techniques- is probably not the most politic notion after one has ravished him thoroughly. (He'd been right, the blush goes all the way to the knees.) But he'd done it all the same. Alistair's hanging back- well he did not know what to think of it. But he had gold in his pocket and a better mood with which to plan handling Halamshiral.
The tavern is a fine idea, a place to settle in, to pay more than they owe for goodwill, and to drink. Brandy in his belly and the promise of a warm night with Dorian and The Bull (he knows better than to step in but an open invitation? he will take) ahead, Zevran is positively whistling when he buffs his nails in the adjoining basin. "It depends upon the drink. Several rounds for the whole tavern of ale- or a few rounds for myself and a friend of the finest Orlesian Brandy. It is not quite Antivan, but it will have to do."
His eyes flick up and ah, he catches the hickey and his smile goes wide. "Ah-ha! That is why you drifted to the back of the march. You wished to find some company, yes? How was she?"
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And a marvelous prize afterward. Making Michel an Agent of the Inquisition for his connections- or at least his techniques- is probably not the most politic notion after one has ravished him thoroughly. (He'd been right, the blush goes all the way to the knees.) But he'd done it all the same. Alistair's hanging back- well he did not know what to think of it. But he had gold in his pocket and a better mood with which to plan handling Halamshiral.
The tavern is a fine idea, a place to settle in, to pay more than they owe for goodwill, and to drink. Brandy in his belly and the promise of a warm night with Dorian and The Bull (he knows better than to step in but an open invitation? he will take) ahead, Zevran is positively whistling when he buffs his nails in the adjoining basin. "It depends upon the drink. Several rounds for the whole tavern of ale- or a few rounds for myself and a friend of the finest Orlesian Brandy. It is not quite Antivan, but it will have to do."
His eyes flick up and ah, he catches the hickey and his smile goes wide. "Ah-ha! That is why you drifted to the back of the march. You wished to find some company, yes? How was she?"