It is the way of those who have power. Demand what they want, be shocked when it doesn't happen, then seek to manipulate. I considered not giving the inks, but they're lovely things and I've seen your artwork, Zevran. They'd be wasted elsewhere, and it would be your loss more than this could be his gain.

[He rests his head against the elf's for a moment. Nathaniel is the heart here, Anders is the... judgement. He's not about to mention that there was a note, or a scarf. There was too much sentiment there.]