"I know you have, and even from me, but y--...Damn." He stopped mid-swipe, drawing back to look at Zev, his face, his hair, his eyes, and he... stared. "You haven't aged a day. Maker's breath, it's like Denerim all over again."

Disbelieving, Alistair sat back on his heel, staring like he'd never seen the like before because-- Because, well, he hadn't.