After chasing Zevran across the keep, Alistair traps the Antivan in a room for some... disciplinary action.

Two years, he's been living in Ferelden, and finally, one Satinalia, it occurs to him how much he's lost, how much he's changed. Zevran must learn to cope with what it means to live with the Grey Wardens.

Zevran and Alistair attend a ball together, where the drink flows and some unexpected situations arise... Purely PWP.

Alistair takes the plunge and lets Zevran ink him.

She made him swear to keep Alistair on his feet until he could stand alone. Maker help him, Zevran will honor that final promise, even if it kills him.

It's about trust. That is the point and problem between the two of us, is it not? / After being locked in a room together, our Templar and our Assassin discover that perhaps they trust one another a bit more than they originally thought.