He's very quick to shake his head. "No. I'm done," he says, "with everyone, forever."

With another Warden he'd joke: is a vow of celibacy still noble if you know you won't have to live with it for very long? But Zevran doesn't think that sort of thing is funny. It is a rock and a hard place, though, so to speak. He wants someone who cares. He doesn't want anyone to miss him when he's gone. He wants to touch Zevran's hair.

"You'll have to sow enough wild oats for the both of us," he carries on. "I mean, you probably already have. But keep up the good work."