[ Zevran is struck, for a moment, by Nathaniel's consideration. It is not a fear he has had and to have such a thing asked is...terribly charming. He offers a faint smile and shake of the head. ]

He cannot hurt me, no.

[ Leave him shaken- certainly. But hurt? No. ]

That is what I said. What we did- it was more involved than anything he has experienced before. A game of power dynamics with I as dominant- which is unusual for a Chevalier. Desire is not sentiment. We disagreed- he left. That he has sworn to never return...it feels familiar in a most uncomfortable way. Better for him to be gone if that is the game he means to play.