"Call it a gift." Zevran waves his hand dismissively. "You are stuck here or sent off wherever need be and I am something of a free-roaming agent. It will be easier for me to find more for myself."

And, well, as mentioned earlier most of his frame of reference for friendship and the establishing of bonds came from the Warden, who often gave gifts. He has nothing any of the Inquisitor's fellows might enjoy-

Well that isn't entirely true but what he does have isn't entirely relevant. They have no need of him or his goods. The Inquisitor? Could use... someone worrying about them, perhaps.

"And yet it was honest, mm? This is war. A commander that sleeps well is a commander no one should truly be following."