"Hey Alistair, remember when you told me you'd put on a dress and dance the Remigold if you had a pretty dress?" Lyna giggled, holding two boxes in her hands.
"Of course I- Oh, no…" Alistair went red up to his ears as she opened one of the boxes, revealing a red velvet dress trimmed with gold and he was aching to run for the door.
"Oh, come on! Look. I knew you might say no, so guess what!? I got Zev to join in on it!"
"Is that what's in the second box?!" He whined and gasped in horror when Zevran opened the door to the king's quarters.
"Hellllooooooooooo your majesty," Zevran winked, sauntering into the room wearing a bright pink chiffon dress that clung tightly to his every curve, black high heeled boots peaking out from the slit and, Maker he was wearing lipstick, too?!
"I've come to show you the dance, and make sure that you get dressed properly. We wouldn't want to dissapoint our dear Lyna, no?" He tsked as Alistair backed away, and Lyna was bubbling with laughter.
"There is something very wrong with you Zevran," Alistair relented, slipping off his tunic and Lyna left them to it.
"Something either very wrong, or very right, my dear friend."
