"Thank you." There were many things Nerva couldn't forgive, but this wasn't one of them. Not when he spoke in such a soft tone, his usual mask of glib smugness gone.

The magic... That she had a harder time of forgiving. Forgiving wasn't even the word, as the usual crimes that bred with magic did not seem to appear, in him. Acceptance, was the word.

Acceptance of a fear that even she herself could not see or acknowledge.

"Next time, lie more fully to Zevran," she said, her voice impassive as she picked up two glasses of wine from a tray as it passed, holding one out for Fate. Her tone so flat that she may as well have been discussing the weather.

"I think he is attempting to ascertain my sexual preferences, and I would hate to make it easy for him. A hidden Qunari wife, perhaps."