That earns a short laugh, the sound brief but warm; amico is good to hear. "Zev, you're one of those people that could roll in mud and make it look good. But hey, you're welcome."

Truly, Zevran makes him miss Antiva. It's been ages since he'd been back, and it'd be better than going back to Kirkwall anyway. But there's too much waiting for him, too much to digest, and for now the Inquisition is where everyone is better off anyway, putting in their work.

At least Zevran gives him some fond memories of then.

"You need anything else made, you let me know, yeah?"