The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Assassinations? She's a-- I thought she was a spymistresses and a smuggler, not an assassin. "And-- and that did not... bother you?" he asks cautiously, stunned and disbelieving. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is part of who she is. Would I prefer she not be an assassin? Yes. Would I prefer to be married to someone who I could love? Also yes. But there's no changing her mind on anything. She's a hard woman to be around as well."

[Zevran]

"I just... most people, ah, really disapprove of that particular profession," Zevran says awkwardly. "Even some criminals consider those would kill with trickery or stealth to be... evil. I do not-- I do not mean to defend the profession, it is-- even if there is perhaps some good to be found in the idea, that good has been smothered and tarnished by the evil we mortals heap upon it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Perhaps," she agrees. "I'm not really one to judge whether a thing is good or evil."

[Zevran]

"...because?" Zevran asks after a moment of waiting for her to continue.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hmm? Oh, it's just -- it's not my place. I'm not a Paladin or an expert or anything."

[Zevran]

"You need not be an expert to have an opinion, mon femme," he points out gently, summoning up a matching smile. "But I don't wish to put you on the spot if you are uncomfortable either. I..." Running a hand through his hair, he tries to gather his wits. "I never dreamed or wished to be a father. I was too young before I was sold, then I was... Well, I was enslaved. This last decade, it shifted from never wishing to praying that I would never be so. I am a monster, Coquette. I try to be better than I am. I try to-- I want to be-- I know that-- Isabela is not wrong, I think, most of the time, in my head, but my heart..?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As I said, I can raise the babe alone if we need to. I've done far harder. You don't have to be a father just because you're a sire."

[Zevran]

"I never wished to be a father, but even as a boy, I wanted... not a wife, nothing so specific, I suppose. I wanted lovers that love me and are loved by me in turn. I wanted partners and friends and companions and more." He swallows thickly, eyes dropping to the floor. "I... I know that I do not have to find that with you or Isabela, but I want to. Ah, to be clear, I speak of Cindy and Cedric here, though I am not against attempting to form such a relationship with Noire in the future. I-- forgive me, but I do not think Xyrrim or Little One are... suitable for anything of the sort."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy wrinkles her nose. "No," she agrees. "I would not try to form such with Xyrrim. And... I think Cedric might hurt you if you tried anything of the sort with Little B."

[Zevran]

"Little B?" Zevran nods briefly, accepting the suggested name. "I absolutely agree with Cedric, by the by. She deserves to be cared for and comforted. Gently lifted up and-- and taught how to be a person again. Healed and loved; not romantically," he stresses that, making it very clear, "but as Andraste would love. She has held your pain and worst days-- and you have had days inflicted upon you that would break devout paladins and hardened criminals both. She deserves life and love and happiness and so much good to come to her."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy looks away, somewhat uncomfortable. "She's not... really a person, you know. Just a piece of one. It's... complicated."

[Zevran]

"No? I mean, I did not know? I thought you were all... Or do you just mean her?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As far as I can tell, I'm the original Coquette Blacquin. I started going by Cindy as a nickname as a young woman, and the others took objection to my calling myself Coquette. The others are... less real. Cedric began as sort of an imaginary friend. I don't know where Noire came from really, I just realized I had been acting strangely for a while, and then there were times I couldn't recall and I realized there was another one. But they're all parts of me. Just different... almost like different characters I could play."

[Zevran]

"Oh." Zevran digests this for a moment, mulling over this very different sounding explanation. "Ah, out of curiosity, do the others agree with this description?"