"Cade." As warm and patient as his voice had been, as kind as he's made himself since Cade started drifting down? Zevran's voice is a sharp authoritarian crack. "Sit down."

There is no room for argument, no real shift in his posture- just his voice and the weight of his eyes, cold and hard against the scrambling man. He expected degrees of this to be true, but he did not expect it to be half so frantic.

Skittish. He'll need to remember that for the future. Skittish and anxious and self loathing- things he remembers well but what worked for him hadn't actually worked and are not things he'd visit upon Cade. Ever.