Can I request DAI party banter with a zevran that romanced a warden who's still alive?
As you wish, my dear anon! I’m sorry this has taken me a while to get to! There are just – so many possibilities given the many Origin’s in DA:O and the many fate’s of the Warden, even if they live. I hope these satisfy.
If the Warden is King or Queen via any means.
Cassandra: You are the lover of a monarch?
Zevran: (laughs) Oh yes. Why? Does it bother you Seeker?
Cassandra: I – I don’t know. I can’t decide if it is romantic – or terrible.
If the Warden married Alistair to be Queen
Zevran: If it makes you feel better we are all quite friendly and close to one another.
Cassandra: Close? How do you mean, close exactly?
Zevran: My dear Cassandra! Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought you were a woman of faith! Asking for all the sordid details!
Cassandra: You are a menace.
Cassandra: Does something trouble you, Zevran?
Zevran: Only that it has been six month’s since I have seen my warden. You know last time we were apart this long they hunted me down in an Antivan whorehouse and yelled at me for ten entire minutes?
Cassandra: Why do I have a feeling that I’m going to regret asking?
Cassandra: Why were you in a brothel?
Zevran: Why I was visiting family of course!
Varric: So, tweety. What’s this I heard about you and the Hero of Ferelden? *laughing* How did you two even meet?
Zevran: Ah, now that is a good story in fact! A rather taciturn sallow-faced fellow named Loghain –
Varric: – Trust me tweety, I’ve known enough Ferelden’s to know who you’re talking about.
Zevran: Oh, good! Well, he hired me to kill the Warden. And Alistair, of course.
Varric: I’m sorry, you met by trying to kill them?
Zevran: (laughs) Ah, yes. It was a wonderful battle! Well what I saw of it anyway. Knocked me unconscious two minutes in. Lucky for me I was too charming to kill.
Varric: And now the two of you are lovers? *under his breath* and I thought Hawke’s love affairs were strange…
Zevran: I hear you’re writing a romance serial my clever friend.
Varric: Don’t try to butter me up, Tweety. And especially not over that pile of nug shit. Who even told you about it, Cassandra?
Zevran: Ah, sadly no. Well, unless you count how I stole the copy from her pack, but that’s our secret, hm? I was merely wondering if you might like a few – pointers, so to speak.
Varric: I’m not sure I want to go airing the sexual escapades of the Hero of Ferelden in my books – I like being alive.
Zevran: *sighs* too bad for you then. My warden and I are very interesting people you know.
Varric: Trust me, I can do without the details.