The hobbit's distrustful expression remains for a few moments, but he can't deny the truth of Zevran's words, nor would he want to. He shifts his eyes away at last, thinking of the orc he had felled in Moria and wondering if the Elf would count it. Haunted isn't the word he would use, perhaps, but he had not enjoyed fighting Orcs, and he knew he would never forget the one he had killed.

"And you are," he says, and looks up at Zevran again, trying to understand. He had seemed so kind - an Elf who cared for his friends, and one willing to share and speak of food, no less - but with that one word everything Sam thought he knew about him had changed. "What about you, then? Do you - delight in the torment of others, as you put it?"