"You chose the wardens over me." He murmurs idly, sitting back on Alistair's thighs to help with peeling off his shirt. It gets him that much more naked and obscures his face and view of Alistair's expression after he drops that particular nugget.

Alistair always will place the wardens first. If he was not the kind of man that had that particular noble lean, Zevran would not adore him so.

It does not make the hurt sting less, of course, especially at a time when everyone was placing everything else before him and what he might wish. Shirt tossed to the side he loops his arms around Alistair's shoulders to pull himself in close once more. "Of course I stop. I have stopped now."