"Old wounds and hurts best left ignored. The end result is this: They will never get along. At least Alistair is able to get some amusement out of their disagreement. Normally." This time it seems a little less, but Zevran will fix things. Later. Right now there is coin to be made and work to be done. He finishes out the rough blocking and begins with the details, Beleth with her smile, Alistair with his hair and nose.

It is a terribly distinct nose, he's sketched it plenty of times, both for comedic effect and genuine portraiture. Little by little it comes together. Casual and companionable, Alistair gesturing with a hand (like he does) and occupied with the same, the sling of his arm and slump of his shoulders, Beleth listening attentively. Easy enough to imagine, she's done it plenty.

"And humans are such distasteful things? Are we reaching back into desire versus duty again, because I think we covered my opinion on that well enough at least once before." Easy to discount duty when one doesn't truly have one- save for that he owes to his son and family, even then? These are new things to him. "She seems quite taken with him- and he is now absent from what I understand."