It may. That would be a question for Leliana and Josephine, I suppose. [ He lingers for a moment, hand pressed to Lasulahn's chest right over the heart, eyes glittering with mischief. ] I rather think many will be beside themselves with envy. Who is this man so fair and so fine, dancing so well, with such poise and a kind air?

[ Many would wish to possess him and that? That is what will keep Zevran at his side, daggers up his sleeves, ready to slice any throat that would dare. ]