"...Do you know the name of this templar?" Zevran's voice has gone grave, though the stroking has not stopped in the slightest. This is no fault of hers, the being caught- she is no master spy nor should any Templar have sought out anyone that would listen in such a way. He will have to pay this woman a visit.

A personal, quiet visit.

"Mm. If you do not mind the snoring, you may stay a night or two with Alistair and myself. She would be hard pressed to get past me. It is fortunate she did not intend to do you ill but- I must say I am surprised she would take such an action. If they do not wish to be heard- do not meet in a building with a hole in the roof. You did well." He turns enough to press a kiss to her temple. "I shall sort out the rest."