Interrupted? [ It takes a moment for the thought to sink in, what Lasulahn walked in on versus what he actually saw- a very astute man, their Inquisitor. Zevran's eyes trail to where Leliana vanished, his own smile soft while his hand reaches to take Lasulahn's for a moment in a reassuring squeeze. ] Ah, not at all! I simply wagered with Leliana that she had spent so long darting about the shadows that she had forgotten how to dance in the light. Which, of course, would not stand. There is no intrusion here I assure you.

[ Zevran walks from where he'd swept his bow to Leliana in the center of the room closer to their borrowed bard, asking for something a little less intricate to start. Something slow with a beat that is easy enough to follow. Complicated arrangements can wait until Lasulahn has become more comfortable moving about.

Today he's dressed differently- less the armor and leather, more warm silks in a doublet cut to emphasize his slim build and trousers that, as ever, tend to cling to his shapely legs. Dancing attire for this is an entirely different battlefield. ]

Before we begin I would know if you're familiar with any partnered dances.