"You ought to grow your hair out enough to have them, mm? Long like your mother's- or mine. You've the face for it. Would he not look quite dashing with long hair?" Zevran reaches out to ruffle Kieran's, charmed as always. Perhaps the boy would be a dashing figure indeed upon a Wyvern. Perhaps he might get roped into seeing such a thing done.

And so long as no one is injured, he wouldn't tell a soul. Otherwise- it's Alistair's fault. Entirely.

"Mmm. I look forward to the day he decides to argue. That is when I intend to turn him upon Alistair in full and allow him to endure what it is like to deal with him as a contrary little shit." Turnabout is fair play after all. Doubly so when the fair play is meant to gently tease his family. "Ah, of course not. I must have been mistaken- but should you ever have a moment- the offer remains open."