If I told Isabela I loved her she'd probably punch me in the cock, steal my things and say she was fair enough to do it, since clearly I'd gone mad and all of my belongings would be better suited to her in my madness.

And I don't love her, besides. She is a dear friend, like a sister to me. [Like a sister he makes no secret of sleeping with. Ah.] Well, not exactly like a sister.

I meant what I said, anyway. I may be drunk, but that doesn't make you any less beautiful.

[Zevran reluctantly hands over the bottle, steadying it with both hands.]