And while I was puzzled that you could resist my charms, I took it in good stride. I did not think you were interested.

[Zevran drinks his water down, setting it on the night stand.

He does not fully admit the truth, that he assumed she could not want him because they were such intimate friends. She only has a little taste of just how wretched his existence has been. Why would a woman of noble birth ever want an elf born in a brothel, used every moment of his life? She says she wants him to be free, he thinks she pities him.]

I am glad we have cleared up that misunderstanding. [Zevran gently carts his fingers through her hair, catching the tie and tugging it gently.] --May I?