As reassurances go, that isn't a very good one. Sam remains wary, keeping a doubtful eye on Zevran at all times. He could be lying, after all, waiting until Sam turns his back to put a knife into it.

"I don't know if anyone would pay or not; I hope they wouldn't," he says. Without the Black Riders here, he doesn't think anyone here has it in for him; but then, he hadn't been worried about assassins neither, and look how that had turned out. "But how would you know if I deserved dying or not? You didn't even know what I was, until I told you just now!"