"Certainly," Michel agreed with Zevran, but whether he believed it entirely was another matter. He cared, of course he cared, he'd allowed Zevran to see more of him than anyone ever had and mark him in such a way. Still he curbed his feelings and his enthusiasm and it left him feeling leaden and hollow, but he couldn't claim an ounce of anything that was real about himself.

"It was just a dream," Michel preoccupied himself, pouring a glass of water, if he didn't he would certainly eye Zevran some more and this had to be better.