Because I cannot rip people's hearts out of their chests, but I am entirely sure at some point it might be a skill I'd wish to utilize. [Zevran grins, setting the papers down to flit around the kitchen, eventually taking a cup from the cupboard and pouring himself a glass of water from the tap. Unbelievable.]

Besides, in the end it will keep me from needing to write you one of these tiresome letters again? I imagine before you know it you will have women all over the island sending you gifts!

[Zevran laughs into his glass. Of course he can't reveal his true motivation. It's far too sentimental.]