Zevran stands, arms crossed, examining the other. Of course, he could only stoop to look at the Inquisitor when they were sitting. Even then, he could only stoop a little.
❝ You are quite literally breaking my heart. ❞ The elf notes, a large ( overdramatic ) sigh following shortly after. ❝ Sitting alone? On such a night? May I sit with you? ❞ & Zev even politely folds his hands behind him. It was quite a busy night in Skyholds little tavern; behind the assassin lay a great many bodies - drinking and swaying and mooching around. The elf themselves had emerged from them, small & striking as he was. Cut a little line to the Inquisitor.
❝ I can provide wit or charm. Or perhaps, knock knock jokes. Whatever takes your fancy. ❞
@sekilat ♡ ‘d for a starter.