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[keeperofmagi]

Slip a note under her door, or come and knock.

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[ombranera]

"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."

[keeperofmagi]

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.

[ombranera]

"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."

[keeperofmagi]

"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.

[ombranera]

"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.

[keeperofmagi]

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."

[ombranera]

"Of course, mia Bella." He extingquished the lantern with a gesture and slunk back into the darkness, vanishing without a word.