"If you brought a cow, Anders, I will respectfully and gently cleave your head from your shoulders and deliver it to Nathaniel as a drinking vessel." That is- a bit extreme even for him, but he has not been sleeping well, Lucci is behind him gnawing upon a bit of enchanted something or other meant to ease his teeth but wailing because he likes the way it makes Doghren howl- and Doghren is howling.

Zevran is not, in any shape or form, in the mood. "So it had best not be a cow."