Character: Zevran

So, this is... Lord Logan?
- I have no title, you come to me just as Grey Guards.
- So, just Logan?
- Right. What do you want?
- You know who I am? I'm one of the ravens, whom you hired to kill the Grey warden.
- That's right, you look familiar.
I just wanted to inform you that I have failed in my mission!
- Yes, what you say!
- I'm terribly "failed".
- Ahem, thank you, very nice of you to inform me.

Interestingly, and fereldens monarchy need of an assassin? Hmm, maybe I should ask, or should not...

Say Hello to arhidemona. He had ceased to write to me, and it's so upsetting.

You know, the best thing about kings? They will not remain without work. Or they bought, or their.

As my teacher, "look back only to wait in the bedroom."

I know how to do everything: from killing to Curling hair.

Elves grow these trees, not to forget who they once were. And then piss on them. Symbolic to beauty.

The creation of new life is very fascinating.

The assassination of former brothers-in-arms gives me a strange satisfaction.

I think you should know that murder is wrong.
- I'm sorry... are you talking to me?
- So you wanted to break up with Crows. Remorse.
- Yes, it is.
- Joke if you want, but I feel that deep down you regret that did the same thing.
- Right. I'm sorry about all this.
- Well, what is this eternal childhood? Do you at least once can't talk seriously?
- I know. I'm ugly and that makes me sad. You can cuddle up to your chest? I want to cry.
- Sure, you can cry and not on my chest.
- I told you I'm an orphan? I never saw my mother again.
- Oh-Ho-Ho... give up.

- I don't want to offend anyone, but will you let me? I still hand Packed.
- Go ahead. Look gorgeous.
Ha! Let's see... When is the last time I stuck my hand in a dark hole? Hmm... I remember. Long story.

Zevran: My darling, you have said that you have amazing eyes?
Morrigan: And again flatter? You're still not tired of these inappropriate exercises?
Zevran: In Antiva women used to alway deserved praise. Yes, the sight of you, men must fall at your feet!
Morrigan: does it seem to them that it was utterly tedious?
Zevran: They are the goddesses, descending to its admirers, like you should. Why would they be tired?
Morrigan: I do not want to put me up on a pedestal.
Zevran: You deserve no less. Artists should admire you; sculptors sculpt you, the poets sing! I'm sure you know what your unique beauty would have attracted and of the Creator!
Morrigan: Well... I think...
Leliana: Yes, Zevran, you are the master. The most honest way won the bet.
Zevran: I am Very grateful, Madam.
Morrigan: I hate you All.

A woman needs to be tough and strict, to cause joy to apply good, to expose the weasel.

Yes... But didn't you read fairy tales? Heroes always die, well, except that the hero is no sidekick... Then? Then died my friend. Oh, now I understand, what's the catch!