The Knight-Commander knew something was up once the barkeep told them that the drinks were on the house. Sauveterre arches his brow a little in confusion before gazing down at the elf again. He almost wants to ask what's this is all about but Alayre decides not too. The name "Zevran" seems all too familiar to him but he can't seem to remember why.

This is starting to bug him a tad.

"Then brandy it is." He says with a chuckle when he absently caught the gaze of a barmaid. The woman was less looking at him and eying his elven companion instead. Alayre arches his brows further and turns to Zevran.

"If I do dare say, you...have many admirers here."