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[pinprick]

You know what to do.

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[justice_is_blond]

And that, [he says as he enjoys the feeling of the both of them close to him,] is quite likely the only time in your life you've heard that your intentions are innocent. Except when giving gifts to Alistair.

[This is nice. This is so very nice. He's helping and he's held? Plus the jealousy is a little flattering. Something to be worked on, but flattering anyway.]

Oh. As a last-minute warning, if you find something small and fluffy over your mouth in the middle of the night, budge her up to over your eyes and she'll stay put. She likes faces. I don't know why. But she's a cat.

[Not everything cats do make sense.]

[ombranera]

...There are things I could say that you would zap me for, I am certain.

[ Cat face sitting. Or, well, sprawling. He snickers softly under his breath. ]

You live a terribly strange life, Anders, and have a terribly strange cat.

[pinprick]

Cats are all strange.

[justice_is_blond]

He's impugning my cat's honor, Nate. If we hadn't invited him here, I'd say there should be a duel.

[His voice is heavy with amusement.]

Well. If we hadn't invited him here, and he wasn't an assassin, and he hadn't won the last challenge I had with him. Those are all good reasons to not fight, and ignore the biggest reason of all, that he's a friend.

[He sighs heavily in mock-disappointment.]

Just for that, Zevran, I hope she nips your nose tonight.

[ombranera]

If she knows what is best for her, she wouldn't dare.

[ Especially since his nose is quite happily pressed against Anders' shoulder. ]