"So that is where the last wedge of soft cheese has gone." Says an elf quite unlike most that Sam is likely to have met back home, let alone in Skyhold. Zevran settles just across from where Sam has tucked himself, bronze fingers flicking to the wedge in question along with all the other little bits and bobs this tiny, barefoot creature seems to have knicked for himself. "I cannot fault you for your taste, but I had hoped to steal that for a friend."

Normally it'd be for himself, but Alistair does so love that cheese and he finds himself doting upon the warden a little more. Perhaps admitting what it is that he feels for him had done it. After all, is this not what one does for siblings? Spoil them?