"...I suppose that does make sense, yes." Terribly uncreative but- what would an elf from darkness be like? Zevran himself doesn't wish to dwell, more than content to have been from the sun and sandy shores of Antiva.

"...In a general sense or you, in particular, fought off that great many? That is truly impressive." So much so that he's forgoing the usual flirtations, elbows on the table, meal forgotten.

"Perhaps I should, if such a thing exists. If it doesn't perhaps I ought to make one- it can be cathartic to shout into the void, as it were."