Zevran's stillness continues- save for the faintest twitch of his eartips, a tell Iron bull informed him of that he cannot quite rid himself of just yet. "Alistair..."

A timely and not entirely unwelcome intervention from Fiona gives Zevran time to clear his throat and pull some manner of mask back in place.

"My famous luck at work, seeing what I should not." A very tender image indeed, of Duncan with the infant. For what isn't the last time he aches for a man he has never met- if only in knowing him would teach more of Alistair. But he tries to laugh it off, to paint on a casual smile. It does not hold up well under the gaze of someone that knows him well.