[Zevran takes the bottle. He's used to being able to drink other people under the table without much thought. He has a terrific tolerance to all things toxic and has been drinking since an alarmingly young age. Yet Fenris is besting him tonight, which is probably one of the reasons why, in his hazy, happy mind, he is so very fond of him.

Zevran doesn't believe in love, not really. Not when he's sober, at least.]

I think I do. I've never really loved anyone, nor been loved, not in the way of songs and such.

You are beautiful, and clever, and deadly, and quite funny, all things I very much prefer in a person.

And... you are brave, in your honesty.

I very much admire that.

[Zevran's hitting the bottle pretty hard. His cheeks are flushed, and his accent is very thick. But at least he's still making sense... sort of.]