I am happy. As much as one can be, trapped on an island of perpetual gloom and fighting a war I have little interest in. [Not entirely true, but Zevran is small-time. He was moved when he saw Madrid burning, and perhaps he even felt regret for those that died there, but left to his own devices he would happily turn his back on it all. It is, after all, a human conflict between humans. Yes, Thedas could be in danger. But Thedas is in just as much danger from itself, always. Zevran would prefer to stick to fights he knows something about.

But the UE took his sight.]

You have... Are you angry with me, right now, in this moment? I do not wish to further it, and I know you are not quite so easily won over with gifts as I am.