[Zevran nods, and goes very quiet. His expression is quite calm, but inside, he's deeply troubled. He doesn't know why this has ignited some kind of ugly tempest inside him, he does not know why her not wanting to take from him bothers him so.

It makes him remember the strangest things.

He brushes a few strands out of her face, and thinks about how soundly she defeated him when they first met.

She really wouldn't have to ask for anything. Not if she didn't want to. That should prove her sincerity - she is not that kind of person, it would horrify her that the thought crosses his mind, but it suddenly makes him ill at ease.

Perhaps it is only the uncertainty of the situation.]

Are you hungry? Would you like anything? If not, I think I am going to rest a bit. Our talk has been delightful, but surprisingly tiring.