[ Zevran's laugh is high and bright, a far call from the earlier low, rolling, sultry chuckle he often puts on- for there is no need to put anything on for Lasulahn. Not truly. His nose even wrinkles with a faint snort as he shakes his head, utterly delighted. ]

Ah- no, he was hardly pretty. Handsome enough for a dwarf I suppose, solid, but pretty is not a word I would use for him. They did not quite buy the ploy and we had to fight our way to rescuing the Warden and Alistair. It was very dashing.