[The dog sets to whining, prancing between Elissa and Zevran. He gives his master a dose of those cow eyes and she's already cooing, rubbing at his large, round face.]

Oh, he thinks you're a big strong hunter too. Don't take it personally.

[She makes her way over to Zevran and leans over to kiss him without preamble.]

You'll be sad to know that it is, indeed, still snowing. And cold. And for once, I'm absolutely sick of it.