Lasulahn can only smile in response to that. It doesn't surprise him perhaps, that Zevran doesn't often have requests to play what he knows. He seems like a performer, in some way Lasulahn can't quite put his finger on. Maybe it's just his easy charm and welcoming persona.

His eyes close, and he sways a little to the music, focusing on the words. He knows a little Antivan, mostly from a book he once purchased, some from the occasional trader that would humor him, and some from Josephine. When the last chords fade, he claps quietly. A broad smile lights his expression.

"Beautiful! I don't know enough Antivan to have picked out everything, but I got most of it, I think." He's still working on recognizing words in different accents. His travels in the Inquisition have tested his (very) lacking Orlesian far more than his more conversational Antivan or Nevarran. "You're very talented."