"Is that his excuse, or yours?" A wonderful thing to be raised up, to be favored. It is not so large a thing in the Crows when a master takes interest- Rufio had been one to teach lockpicking and pickpocketing and of course he paid Zevran mind. Of course he had been impressed, wished to teach him. Of course none of that really mattered at the end of the day. Zevran, at least, never truly bought into such things.

He had spent enough time in the brothel to know what men like that might want. Even if he had no way of knowing what it actually was beyond the abstract, nor what it might do to him after.