I like it. It is easy to remain anonymous here. [Zevran is well used to human women being taller than he is, as an elf, though most aren't quite as tall as Kate. He appreciates the irony that even as adults, she's bigger than him. Ah well, he's not afraid of her like he was as a child, though he is definitely wary. Her build seems to suggest that she hones her body, not for beauty or size but to fight, which interests him very much.
He shrugs as he takes his seat.]
It is yours, no? I therefore could not keep it. [But he'd blown his nose on the sleeve, and it was damp and muddy and dirty and there was a bit of a smell. All gone now. Fortunately, his fear of lice and fleas was unfounded. Perhaps this city is just too cold for them.]
no subject
He shrugs as he takes his seat.]
It is yours, no? I therefore could not keep it. [But he'd blown his nose on the sleeve, and it was damp and muddy and dirty and there was a bit of a smell. All gone now. Fortunately, his fear of lice and fleas was unfounded. Perhaps this city is just too cold for them.]
...The first round is on me. Beer?