Alistair sat there patiently as Zevran listed off a few pointers.

"She seems to enjoy you being you, so do exactly that, although with a bit of Zevran charm, as I like to call it. When she looks at you, try and catch her eye and hold those Blue beauties. "

"And be really drunk" The dwarf burped, chocking Alistair's throat with the stench of stale ale.

"Umm, indeed a little bit of the Ativan brandy I have might quench your nerves dear Alistair."

Alistair sighed, as much as he hated to admit, he appreciated their help. Zevran had much more experience than he in this department and the advice was calming. He listened intently to their every word, although not daring to show it.

His cheeks would burn at some tips Zevran was saying but secretly Alistair was hoping that it would come to that. He couldn't think of anything else the past few weeks, besides the need he felt for her. Whenever she would touch his chest slightly he would hold his breath and scream with joy at the feel of her warm touch. When they would kiss he couldn't help but hold her closer, want her more. He had to watch his strength for fear of breaking her back with the grip he had on her body when she went on tip toes and kissed his waiting lips. The feeling was unimaginable…

"Ahem... is anyone in that handsome head of yours?" The elf said with a smirk. "Or am I being too graphic in my descriptions for you to concentrate?"

"Umm just a tad" Alistair admitted with a fierce blush.

"Well, I will run over what we have just been through. When you kiss her, nibble on her lip lightly Alistair lightly, and don't overdo the tongue, it can get terribly wet and you want moist not drowning." Alistair's blush increased. "And when you hold her hold her close, but loose enough so when she wants to retreat to her tent she may do so freely, but tight enough to show her how much you want her. Women, in my experience, love feeling like you need to hold them closer. And please show you're masculinity Alistair. May I suggest chopping wood for the fire when she arrives, without a shirt, so your body will be all glistening when she arrives?" He said with a dreamy smile. Alistair shifted uneasily in his seat to which Oghren left out a mighty guffaw and a loud belch.

"The way you're talking elf, you're trying to get Alistair into your tent" he said snickering.

"Oh no Oghren I would much prefer you my loud belching dwarf. Your beard it somehow draws me in and that stench you have, I may say you carry it off so well…"

Alistair swore he hear the word Nug-humper escape the dwarfs lips, and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"Now Alistair, what do you do if she tells you she loves you?"

"I know this one, grin like a fool and tell her I love her too?" He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"You are partially correct my blushing friend, You take her by the waist and pull her closer to you, lowering your head to hers and going as close as elvenly possible to her lips with your own without touching them. This I assure you will drive her insane. Tell her how much you love her, and need her and brush your lips against your own. If she does not pounce at your lips then there is something wrong with her dear friend." He said winking.

"Have you anything to give her, a gift of sorts?"

"I have this rose in my pack; it's beautiful, pure red. I found it in Lothering when we first started our adventure. I was thinking about giving it to her, but every time I plucked the courage up she was either with that bitch Morrigan or with you." He said flushing almost as red as the rose in question.

"That would be perfect Alistair, women love flowers, I have no idea why as they die almost immediately after giving them." He said laughing to himself, "indeed I think you're ready. I think I can hear them arrive; I must go help Wynne before her lovely bosoms make her trip. I bid you farewell and good luck" But before the elf went anywhere he looked at Alistair and saw the worry written all over his face.

He hung his head low. As time drew nearer the nerves at the pit of his stomach grew in strength and threatened to make him run from the idea. I can't do this, what if she says no? He thought sadly to himself, I'm not something she deserves. Zevran, as much I hate to admit, is much more of a man than I.

He looked to the elf and smiled sadly.

"I can't do this, if she says no, I won't be able to…" But he was cut off by a hand in the air facing him.

"I have a plan Alistair; I will talk to Elissa, hoping I don't get distracted by those gorgeous hips of hers…" Alistair's anger was clear to see from the elf's miss-thought words, "Uhm, and annoy her, to which you come in and save her from the foul perverted elf. Do you see how this would work?" He asked excitedly.

A shot of hope ran through Alistair's body and for a minuet he believed he could win her. Because, he thought to himself, if theres one thing this elf is good at doing, its being annoying.