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"You never did give me that massage, Zevran," Mahariel said, looking over his lover with a playful smirk. He gave a big stretch, punctuated by a few cracks here and there.
"Mm, I see what you mean," Zevran rolled to his stomach, yawning, "Well, we have a long journey ahead of us, it would not do to leave my Grey Warden wanting."
Mahariel laughed, as he sat with his back towards the Antivan, “An assassin and a mind reader? You’re something else, lethallin.”
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