Someone I trust, feel affection for, share myself with, like to fuck, would murder a band of Crows for? Yeah. I like it.

[ He strokes Zevran's back gently, trying to soothe the man. ]

Easy. I don't expect anything from you. We have a good deal going on, right? It's just nice to figure out what love means.

[ Without the exclusivity and ownership part, feeling strong affection and sharing hidden part of himself seemed to make more sense. It was friendship with someone you fucked, only deeper.

Was the kind of happiness he had felt when he escorted Cyril to the soiree been the same thing? A feeling of love and pride?]