"You smell nice."
I hadn't noticed the rogue coming up beside me, lifting a lock of my hair and twirling it around his fingers. It was an intimate gesture that I wasn't used to yet, but Zevran displayed with utmost ease.
"I'm covered in blood and guts, and haven't bathed in what seems like forever."
I gave him a deadpan look, as his amber eyes lit up with laughter.
"It is a very distinctive smell, mi amor."
"Not one that I find pleasant, darling." If he was bringing out the pet names, then so was I.
"But perhaps you might this nicer?"
Zevran brought his other hand out from behind his back, resting in his hadn't was a small package, neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. He handed me the package, a look of glee on his tanned face.
I carefully untied the string and unwrapped the paper, to find a small bar of lavender scented soap.
"You mentioned that you had run out a few days ago," Zevran sheepishly rang his hands together.
I had wondered where he had disappeared off to earlier that day, as we were passing through town. The pair of us had taken on a contract to find and destroy a group of slavers who had been taking children from the alienage in the dead of night and leaving them orphans in their haste.
Hence why I was covered in so much blood.
"And then you went and bought blankets for the children with your half of the gold we were given and I just thought, why not?"
We weren't poor by any means, we were actually quite well off between the assassinations that Zevran partook in and the books that I had taken to penning in my spare time, but small luxuries that I had taken for granted back home (like lavender soap) weren't always cheap. Especially in a small town in Fereldan that was only barely recovering from the Blight.
I reached over to Zevran and pulled him into a kiss, which he deepened, winding his arms around my waist.
"Thank you Zevran."
"Any time."