[And Zevran listens, to his credit. He does not quite see the point, but he does listen. It is foreign to him, but life is cheap in Thedas. Extraordinarily. Because video game logic.]

Yes, it is different.

What I said before... I only meant I thought you had the strength to survive in my world, which I do not believe of everyone I have met. I truly did not mean for you to think you were ruthless as I, or as monstrous as I must surely be in your opinion. I was purchased by the Crows not much longer after that time we met. Taking a stand at that point would have killed me for certain, I had to prove I was worth their investment. [Stopping them again and again - it wouldn't have worked. He still can't get his head around the idea it ever could. But he realizes he's stumbled on a little shred of undignified emotion, that he is offended by her disgust toward his profession. It does not get to him, but perhaps it is because she knew that vulnerability in him, knew something that likely no one else alive knows, unless some of the whores at the brothel live still. Surely even the ever-so-magnanimous Bat-man would not have been so perfectly strong and controlled as a little boy.]