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[qunari]

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[ombranera]

Would you? It is not as though I can train myself out of them at this point.

[qunari]

Wouldn't want you getting self-conscious.

[ Haha. That's funny, right? Because everything Zevran does, with few exceptions, is calculated and considered.

But Bull knows a thing or two about that, himself. ]

[ombranera]

[ Zevran crackles a soft laugh. ]

I have other things to feel thus about than my tells, Toro.

[ The eye the new scars, the little cuts in his comfort and control with things that never truly bothered him before. ]

[qunari]

Mmm.

[ That's a valid point. ]

Your ears, for one thing.

[ombranera]

...Really? [ Then again- he should not be quite so surprised. Involuntary as they've ever been and as still as he can make himself to avoid flinching- some things are simply beyond control. ] I would not have called that.

[qunari]

It's not something you often see yourself doing. Too reflexive.

[ Subtle, too, in most cases. ]

[ombranera]

I do not feel it happening. [ Which should worry him more than it actually does. ]

[qunari]

I'd be surprised if you did.

But you're damn good, I'll give you that. Would have made a pretty good Ben-Hassrath agent yourself.

[ombranera]

I learned my trade out of a need to survive- then again I suppose the same might be said of yourself.

[qunari]

Doing your job's a good way not to get dead or re-educated, yeah.

[ombranera]

True enough. Ah, well. I shall see you shortly, yes? Within an hour or so.