"I assure you, I will encourage them to rave about your abilities as loudly as possible." There's a soft laugh, encouraging the humor. If that is what brings him some meager sense of comfort, then Fate will not deny him.

He's fine with being the distraction.

"Keep working on the card. Maybe I can tell you a story while you work. Background noise can help." Fate moves his hand from Zevran's shoulder to the middle of his back. Simple contact seems best until the other elf engages otherwise; Fate's body language is entirely open, welcoming if wanted. "A tale of romance, maybe? Or more adventure? Something else entirely?"