(If Rook is romancing Lucanis, and Zevran is recruited)
Zevran: So, we were discussing your romantic liaison with Rook, yes?
Lucanis: (heavy sigh)
Zevran: When the pitter-patter of tiny Crow’s feet arrives--
Lucanis: (splutters) We are a little busy saving the world, Zevran!
Zevran: Oh, I agree, but one must think ahead.
Lucanis (Spite): Tiny blades. Tiny cloaks. Teach them. Hunt.
Zevran: See? The spirit understands.
Lucanis: This isn't-- we don't--
Zevran: Hush hush. Just let Uncle Zevran babysit once in a while.












