[ Zevran pats his cheek; Alistair doesn't have a tail to wag, but there's one wagging in his soul, probably, and at the next bit he's able to set aside at least half of his chest-aching sympathy (which is not the same as empathy) and play along with a slowly growing grin. ] The most beautiful man in Thedas and the only one I'll ever love, [ he agrees, sing-song like a recitation. ] Don't tell Dorian.
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