[Zevran almost argues, because it's clearly not how she was raised, with all the love and respect and burden of her family on her shoulders. She had a reputation to maintain, one she cared about. And that is one way in which they'll always be different.

An elf born in a brothel is born already with a reputation. He could never escape it, even as a Crow, so why not embrace it?

They are both of them so close to death at all times, it seems senseless to hold anything back.

Zevran withdraws his hand. It's rather futile to try and keep up with her when he's not holding on, since his charm is not currently in effect, but he does not want to keep being led by her right now.]

Mi vida, I have said it all wrong. As beautiful as you are when you are angry, that is not what I wished.

[And there is a slight edge:] I do not wish for you to think I had many people I was waiting to be with, to compare you to. Do you think I have compared you to anyone I have been with in the past?