"What? You're leaving?" Isabela frowned. "But... what about sex?"
Zevran laughed heartily. "Oh, I'm afraid not, my sweet," he said, letting a grin slip onto his face. "I have my own saucy minx to return to."
"So what? You can't even spend any time in bed with other people? I mean, not even a quickie? With me?"
Hawke facepalmed.
"I fear not," said Zevran. "You see, my glittering gem would be so very upset with me were I to dally with other women."
"Unfortunately, not dallying with other women seems to be rather difficult for you," Fenris muttered.
"On the contrary, my friend. I promised her my life and my love, and I will be faithful to her as she is to me."
"Zevran, faithful!" Isabela looked like she was going to faint at any moment. "What happened to you?"
"A Grey Warden happened to me," he answered. "And she is the light of my life. I could never live without her."
"Maker's breath!" Isabela cried. "What the hell did she do to you? Make you... what, take a vow or something? You're not married, are you? Please say you're not married."
Zevran smiled. "I am not, but this woman has stolen my heart, and alas, I cannot steal it back."
"You could always ask me," she pressed. "I can steal."
"Not well, considering that last escapade," Hawke added, smirking.
Isabela shot her a glare. "Shut up."
"Again, I apologize, my dear Isabela." Zevran bowed deeply. "Now then, I must go. I expect we all have matters to attend to, yes?"
"Yours apparently being not having sex with anybody but the Hero of Ferelden," said Isabela.
Zevran grinned. "Exactly so."
