"I will roll out of the way if you are going to fall.Perhaps I'll let you trip into some lovely noblewoman's bosom. Or onto Morrigan!" Would that not be great fun?

His hand is gentle when it closes around Alistair's all the same, leading him out to a rash of murmurs and soft gasps. Maric's bastard and the Inquisitor? Oh shock! Oh scandal! In the interest of provoking more outrage than he probably should (it's funny to him) Zevran steps in closer than needed, letting his hand slip to the small of Alistair's back. He'll laugh, it'll be fine.

"I will need some help when it comes time to dip you."