I am? Really? [Zevran reaches up to run his fingers over the tips of his ears, putting on his most shocked expression.] Oh Maker what have they done to me? What have they done to my lovely rounded ears and statuesque figure?

[He can only hold the horrified tone and expression for so long, however, and quickly gives into a low chuff of laughter.] Yes my fine looking friend, I am an elf. Are we so rare in these parts?

[A beat, then he's laughing in earnest at that face. Oh. Oh Michael that face.]

Michael I can promise you I've had tussles with men like you before, perhaps even two or three at the same time. It's so invigorating!