[ Lasulahn watches, captive in the way Zevran's warm eyes seem to glimmer.
The thought of others thinking him 'fair' is disasteful, though, and the Inquisitor's mouth draws in a thin line. He is familiar with the vapid fascination humans have for elves, greedy for naught but a trophy, something which they can claim. To the humans, elves are beautiful, but to far too many, they are not people at all, but things to be possessed. He hums acknowledgment, distant and displeased for the thought that he knows Zevran is not wrong. ]
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The thought of others thinking him 'fair' is disasteful, though, and the Inquisitor's mouth draws in a thin line. He is familiar with the vapid fascination humans have for elves, greedy for naught but a trophy, something which they can claim. To the humans, elves are beautiful, but to far too many, they are not people at all, but things to be possessed. He hums acknowledgment, distant and displeased for the thought that he knows Zevran is not wrong. ]