[He smiles thinly, still absently toying with his knife in one hand while feeling increasingly conscious of the embrace and being caught within it still.]
You already have.
[Either too tired or unwilling to pursue this train of thought, though, he lets it be and shifts his attentions on the answer given, stowing away pieces of information. The house. Zevran must be lodging elsewhere since he had stumbled across him, ill, in December. Paranoia in the wake of the cruel trick might have been a reason to move, but had it been enough of one?]
Indeed... I should certainly hope so. [He studies the blade in hand, jagged edge gleaming in the light as he turns it slowly, thoughtfully.] I was given one’s word that it would remain in your possession alone... and I’m afraid I do not take kindly to vows being unkept. Should that be the case.
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You already have.
[Either too tired or unwilling to pursue this train of thought, though, he lets it be and shifts his attentions on the answer given, stowing away pieces of information. The house. Zevran must be lodging elsewhere since he had stumbled across him, ill, in December. Paranoia in the wake of the cruel trick might have been a reason to move, but had it been enough of one?]
Indeed... I should certainly hope so. [He studies the blade in hand, jagged edge gleaming in the light as he turns it slowly, thoughtfully.] I was given one’s word that it would remain in your possession alone... and I’m afraid I do not take kindly to vows being unkept. Should that be the case.