"It would be a welcome change of pace from running about Antiva, dancing with the crows. At one time it seemed quite impossible a thing but now? I do not find them half as challenging as I once did." He shrugs. Growth is one thing but- boredom is awful. "And, honestly- keeping someone so handsome is no true burden."

Extra eyes that Leliana knows and trusts. Extra knives to drive away demons in the dark. Extra consideration- not that he assumes the Inquisitor's associates don't reach out to him but- there's a weight on his shoulders none have seemed able to lift. Arrogant, perhaps, to think he might manage but-

Is not everyone due a little arrogance, now and then?

Zevran combs his hair out of his eyes with a warm smile, something without the usual edge. "Besides. You are facing dragons, demons, and all manner of unpleasantness. I do not wish them to be wandering about the world any more than the next elf. If I can help? I will lend you my blades."