"Mhmm?" He tips his head up, peering into Alejandro's eyes. There has never been much undue judgement in them, never been anything more than passing irritation. He has few friends from home in Skyhold- but this man, this smith? Has ever been so.

One of the few good things of Antiva City he's been able to carry away, untainted by the Crows.

"I have heard no complaints." The usual preening, the usual posing, but there is a level of tension in his shoulders he's held around Alejandro. He'd seen him before, knew him before in Antiva at his most glowing and glorious. If he cares little? Zevran can live happily. "Thank you, Amico. Truly."