Toss him around

Zevran was certainly enjoying his new found friend, it was a welcome distraction from the world. Not that he never met people in his travels, but as he was usually up to nefarious things that required being in the shadows, it made things slightly more difficult.

He tipped his head as Ruth talked about his father, and frowned slightly. It was always a pity when parents weren’t good to their children. Zevran felt a bit lucky really, he didn’t really have any memories of his father, he died when Zevran was too young.

His mother then had to go into a life of debt and prostitution in order to get by. All the woman at the brothel had been relatively good to Zevran, as long as he didn’t get under foot.

I didn’t know my father. I know he was a woodsman, but he died before I was born. I didn’t really know my mother either, she was forced into a life of prostitution after my father died, and then she died not long after giving birth to me. I stayed at the brothel for awhile, but when I was seven my mother’s debt was bought and paid for by House Arainai, so I was compradi. A word Zevran hated, a word that meant basically indentured slavery. He was bought and paid for thanks to his mother’s debts.

Zevran nodded about their past walking and talking about Thedas. He knew one of the Talons was an ancient elf, and one of the only houses so far that he hadn’t seen reason to go after. One of Aethra’s advisers was also an ancient elf, he’d run into once or twice in his travels. Then there was Nahreida, he didn’t know what to make of them, only that they were some sort of ancient Elvhen experiment, but he did know they were a magnificent tattoo artist.

For a moment Zevran got lost in thought thinking about the ancient elves and stirring the stew, he was brought back to the moment when Ruth mentioned dessert and Zevran grinned. He was enjoying the back and forth, even if he wasn’t as much on his game as he usually was.

You know, I knew someone once upon a time, that made it a ritual to always eat dessert first. Why save the best for last. Was he flirting, yes, was he flirting as well as he’d usually flirt, perhaps not, but he was enjoying himself.