"..." He blinks. 'He'. Alistair has never before truly expressed interest in men- that is not all of what makes him safe but it is a fair part in it. The idea of him with a man is...not unpleasing, honestly. He has a body meant to be appreciated this is true and for half a moment Zevran's eyes flick from the top of his head to the toes of his boots and drag upward in a way that they have not for roughly a decade.

Considering.

The glint leaves his face soon enough, brows lifting, taking that half step closer to catch his elbow. "...must I have words with this man?"

It does not feel like something so simple as calling Alistair 'your highness' and him leaving. Not with that scowl. "Pointed words?"