"I'm not sure you want me to be attempting any songs," he teased, "But I'm willing to give anything a try, at least once."

He settled back as he watched Zevran play. The Antivan was mostly lost on him - he had a working grasp of a few languages, and could at least recognise it, but he couldn't make out more than a couple words.

However, the smile he offered was honest and grateful.

"I almost feel bad, now. You have a wonderful voice, Zevran. I'm not sure I have anything that--" But then it pinged. Zevran. He had heard that name before. He had!

He suddenly sat up, gesturing with his ale. "Wait! Zevran? The Zevran? Elven companion to the Hero of Ferelden?"