Perhaps an audio-book. He would probably garner more fans that way.

Back in the bar, the designs her thumbnail traces are not much in the way of artistry; merely etchings of absent movement. Her voice sounds resigned when she speaks, with a tone that carries as if it used to hold space for sadness, but has shed that off over time. Neither happy nor upset.

"Maybe that was the wrong word. I'm not... capable of it. I've tried..." A hand rises to massage the juncture of her shoulder and neck, sliding up before becoming the brace against her jaw; a shrug of the opposite shoulder, closer to Zevran. "... but love... passion... they're not emotions I can feel."

She smiles then, which is probably a strange reaction to a declaration like that, but Terra hasn't been painting herself as the most normal of humans during this short conversation anyway. "Don't be disappointed. I'm sure... a normal girl would find you charming."