It’s been nearly a month since Zevran Arainai attempted to assassinate you and Alistair, only to end up joining your ragtag band of misfits instead. Surprisingly, he hasn’t made another attempt on your life—yet. But sometimes, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s just biding his time, lulling you into a false sense of security before slipping a dagger between your ribs.

Zevran sidled up behind you, that ever-charming grin firmly in place, before clearing his throat. “You know, my dear Warden, most rogues aim for the heart—but I, alas, am far more interested in stealing kisses.” He added with a wink.

Did he really just try to flirt with you using that line..?