[Cyril blinks and then stares for a moment. After a second or two, in which he feels like a vice has been closed around his chest, he laughs. The sound of it is a little forced.]

You had me going there for a moment.

Honestly, Zevran, most of the time men who are going to share my tent don't accuse me of incestuous thoughts right before we do, but I suppose you have your own flair.