Alistair's face does a thing where he's trying to glare but also struggling not to smile, so everything goes a bit crinkly and grimace-y, and he bends one finger to poke Zevran in the back, not what I meant and now he's thinking of him naked and still experiencing that brief flare of guilt before he realizes he probably has permission. Most likely. Under the circumstances.
"—yyyes," he says, with some reluctance. The blushing shifts toward a deeper red. He's not usually one for using people. The only saving grace is that he didn't go through with it. "It wasn't his fault. I thought I was going to do something stupid if I didn't... And I didn't. So here I am, doing something stupid."
Good-stupid, though, probably. His smile comes back.
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Date: 2016-07-18 03:27 am (UTC)"—yyyes," he says, with some reluctance. The blushing shifts toward a deeper red. He's not usually one for using people. The only saving grace is that he didn't go through with it. "It wasn't his fault. I thought I was going to do something stupid if I didn't... And I didn't. So here I am, doing something stupid."
Good-stupid, though, probably. His smile comes back.