The laughter is more victorious than he cares to admit, and he smiles to himself. The comment does give him pause and he tilts his head faintly, his arm resting around Zevran's waist, a silent indication of comfort.

"Is that so?" Fate asks, as if indicating he desires clarification. There's the presentation of indifference, but he suspects that Zevran's made his own conclusions.

And he's clever enough that he doesn't think he could express otherwise.