"Ow," Cade grunts, clapping his hand against his head to block Zevran from pulling his hair again. He's very briefly indignant, but that quickly melts back into the usual melancholy uncertainty.
It's easy to take his cues from a stronger personality, but more difficult when it comes to something he has so firmly believed for more or less his entire life. Perhaps the Maker is gone, but someday He may come back-- and would he be pleased with what he sees?

"...maybe," he concedes, finding that this isn't a topic he wants to argue about. He doesn't trust himself to hold his own, and to fail in that would only shame him further.