"Liar!" He crackles a soft laugh, leaping away from the wall- less landing and more rolling once he hits the ground to spring up on his feet. This truly is not a fair contest at all, but it is fun.

It is harmless.

It is freeing in ways he does not wish to look at and for a moment he feels more himself than he has all night. Not The Ombra Nera, not The Inquisitor, not even Zevran. He feels like Zev.

He's missed being Zev.