"Because..." He shifted - just a little. Just enough to where his breath ruffled Zevran's hair the smallest amount. "Because I think both of us were busy trying to either kill enemies or get the attention of... a certain someone." But then he admitted - "Or maybe it was just me being too Chantry-fied for my own good. It happens sometimes, I've noticed."

Less now. Less, since he now held almost no respect for the organisation in the grand scheme of things.