It was still light out, but late enough that Zevran had long since been kicked out of the apartment of whoever he'd spent last night with. He had no pressing professional matters to attend to, either, and it wasn't yet time to hit the bars (or the fantasy sections of bookstores, but that didn't work so well now that the Crabhammers were gone) looking for tonight's action. So, as much as he tried to ignore it at first, the seed of an idea grew in his mind: why not go see Selina at that fighting school of hers?

Which was how he wound up leaning in the doorway, dressed down by his standards (no silk, no leather), watching her thoughtfully, and finally speaking up. "As fierce as I expected, my dear."