Alistair shakes his head, a gesture that's equal parts fond exasperation and token protest against the idea of murdering anyone being fun, and stands still to endure Zevran's fussing over his coat. He's of half a mind to rumple Zevran in revenge—make him look kissed, maybe, before he goes back out in front of everyone, but he can't sort the funny prank from the petty jealous display in his head. He keeps his hands at his sides and smiles a little wider at the trust.
When Zevran's done he pushed a fist against his shoulder—not a punch, friendly punches are for people closer to Alistair's size—and says, "Go get 'em. If you need me," which he won't, shouldn't, but just in case, "I'll be hiding behind Leliana."
Leliana, who touches his forearm when he settles in to stand next to her and gives him a look of entertained pity, then makes keen observations about the local fashion while he pretends to listen and watches Zevran dance with people considerably less oafish. But perhaps slightly more likely to hurt him anyway, Alistair supposes. Maybe it balances out.
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Date: 2016-07-12 08:26 pm (UTC)When Zevran's done he pushed a fist against his shoulder—not a punch, friendly punches are for people closer to Alistair's size—and says, "Go get 'em. If you need me," which he won't, shouldn't, but just in case, "I'll be hiding behind Leliana."
Leliana, who touches his forearm when he settles in to stand next to her and gives him a look of entertained pity, then makes keen observations about the local fashion while he pretends to listen and watches Zevran dance with people considerably less oafish. But perhaps slightly more likely to hurt him anyway, Alistair supposes. Maybe it balances out.