Wine. Women. Men, if that is your preference. Dance, music, good food- not that stew Alistair cooks, that is not food that is some form of slow acting poison I am sure of it, flirting, fighting, love making...There is a great deal to living beyond holding a grudge for however long you have left.

[He knows that furious despair very well. Faced it- and found solace in the most unlikely of places. Found a place and a purpose at his Warden's side. Knowing himself, and considering how much of what they lived and experienced and how it ran parallel to one another? He can't help but think the same of her Zevran. Where he'd met a human woman worthy of admiration, her Zevran met mercy at the hands of one of his own.

He was probably far more comfortable with that than he had been with his Warden. Being in debt to a human can feel very odd at times.]

I assure you Lyna, if he is at all like me? He enjoyed every word of it. If not for the content then for the very alluring shapes your lips make when you speak. [A smirk, quick and easy.] I may not know you as well as he, but I certainly look forward to getting to know you. I must say you've got the upper hand here, if he's told you much of our past.