Following behind the Warden toward the forest were her dog, Sten and of course Zevran. The road was dirty, the forest drew nearer. The sun was falling and the air was getting cooler. The Dalish was walking ahead of the other two, with her dog while the other two talked behind her.
Sten had been eyeing the assassin for the last few minutes, with doubting eyes. Zevran returned an amused gaze.
"I do not see what other use she could have for you." Sten admitted.
"Hum... The silent bulky man speaks?" Zevran wondered curiously.
"The Warden obviously."
"Oh I don't know, other than pleasuring that person with my immense sexual skills, what else?"
"You are useful in killing. You are a trained killer. That is where your uses lie."
"Ah so you think. You've never experienced much pleasure from a man "
"Nor would I want too."
"Not even the pleasure of a woman, you must have some sexual appitite at all?
"The Quanari act is... dangerous."
"Ah but most sexual activity is. That enhances the enjoyment level."
"I don't see what use that would have other than distracting her from the mission at hand."
"Ah, but a pleasant diversion like the possibility you have in mind could have more uses than-"
"An interest in you, is something that-"
Sten and Zevran had stopped for a moment in the process of their chatting, as did their leader. "Alistair has those kinds of interests?" She found the idea most confusing.
Sten groaned and looked the other way staying quiet. Dog whined questioningly. Zevran on the other hand, was pleased at her odd reaction.
"Alistair?! Interested in me?" Zevran tapped his finger on his chin wonderingly. "Oh how wonderful that would be!"
Mahariel whom had misheard and misunderstood Zevran and Sten's conversation, looked silently perturbed for once. "You... have interest in other men?"
"Oooh. How cute your face looks when you are jealous!"
Mahariel's response was merely to glare after walking on. Zevran on the other hand was not displeased.