"Mandolin lessons are but a silver a week." Zevran quips easily, settling with his back against the wall, lounging on his bed. He'd had a feeling that this particular brew would be to Lasulahn's liking, and being correct? Is pleasing.

"This bottle? It is not so difficult to find in Orlais or Antiva, but in Skyhold? I certainly wouldn't find it in the Herald's rest. But...I've a few bottles of Antivan Brandy to tide me over for the time being. If you wish to keep that bottle? It is yours." And it is, aside from the pour he'd made for each of them and a little more, perhaps a single glass's worth? Quite full. "For your sleepless nights when there aren't handsome Antivan Elves to distract you with music. Or to celebrate a particularly rousing success. Whichever comes first."