"And the voices of humans drown out those of elves in the Inquisition by far more; yet we do not take such hasty action against those we see to have wronged us. Even now I sit here and I have not yet slit your throat, yes?" Tempting as the thought may be- it would solve nothing, start a man hunt, create more tension where he would have less.
Cutting the knot was no solution to this. "Have your secrets as you like. But do not man handle elves. It brings to mind such awful thoughts- has the Chantry not taken enough from them?"
"Nor did I slit hers," She said, her voice as firm as she could make it,
holding her ground despite how little she had to stand on.
"I have no grudge with the elves, Zevran," She said, her voice slow and
collected, though she was obviously still tightly on edge. "I'm no slaver,
or bogey man, come to terrify you into obedience. I would have done the
same if it were a human on the roof, or a dwarf."
Okay, maybe not a dwarf. She really did give a lot of leeway to dwarves.
"As you had no inkling to her measure, Nerva, nor do I have one of yours." The knife vanished, though, and that was not nothing. He leaned forward, eyes hard and locked upon hers. "No slaver, no Vint, but you are a human and one of principal. Be mindful in the future. She has friends less patient than I."
The threat rankled, but she somehow managed to hold her tongue about it,
despite everything. Perhaps the awareness that the knife had finally gone
away kept her from wanting to draw it back out again.
"I take it that means you are finished," She said instead, stiffly, still
gripping the blankets.
"Offer your word and keep it, and I shall be satisfied." Zevran shrugged, moving back enough to grant Nerva her space. "If your vexation is truly something that is equal among the races, well, I shall be pleasantly surprised and extend my apologies."
"You have my word that I have no intention to harm the elves, nor will do
so unless it is absolutely necessary for the safety of everyone." Which was
as close a promise she could make. Especially with so many elves that were
mages.
She didn't know what to do with the rest of his sentence, considering that
it was oddly - cordial, considering the rest of his visit, and just
kind of stared at him after her oath.
"That shall have to do. I must say, though, you are terribly sexy when giving your honor bound word. However did the other templars withstand your lovely scowling?" Job done, time to troll.
It was such an about-face that it left her blinking for a whole twenty
seconds, staring blankly at him before the outrage finally caught up and
she drew her breath in quick and sharp.
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Cutting the knot was no solution to this. "Have your secrets as you like. But do not man handle elves. It brings to mind such awful thoughts- has the Chantry not taken enough from them?"
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"Nor did I slit hers," She said, her voice as firm as she could make it, holding her ground despite how little she had to stand on.
"I have no grudge with the elves, Zevran," She said, her voice slow and collected, though she was obviously still tightly on edge. "I'm no slaver, or bogey man, come to terrify you into obedience. I would have done the same if it were a human on the roof, or a dwarf."
Okay, maybe not a dwarf. She really did give a lot of leeway to dwarves.
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The threat rankled, but she somehow managed to hold her tongue about it, despite everything. Perhaps the awareness that the knife had finally gone away kept her from wanting to draw it back out again.
"I take it that means you are finished," She said instead, stiffly, still gripping the blankets.
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"You have my word that I have no intention to harm the elves, nor will do so unless it is absolutely necessary for the safety of everyone." Which was as close a promise she could make. Especially with so many elves that were mages.
She didn't know what to do with the rest of his sentence, considering that it was oddly - cordial, considering the rest of his visit, and just kind of stared at him after her oath.
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It was such an about-face that it left her blinking for a whole twenty seconds, staring blankly at him before the outrage finally caught up and she drew her breath in quick and sharp.
"Get. Out."
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