It isn't so much turmoil as it is habit, instilled in him from the moment he became a hunter and more and more through Zevran's training. Always be wary, always have a plan of attack-- and he does, though it sort of sits there buzzing in the back of his head like background noise, while there's nothing in the foreground but drunken warmth and the sweet allure of a bed and hearth.
He sheds his cloak and coat and scarf (which basically strips him of any and all bulk and greatly reduces his size) and walks over to nudge Metaari's foot with his boot.
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Date: 2015-12-14 03:24 am (UTC)He sheds his cloak and coat and scarf (which basically strips him of any and all bulk and greatly reduces his size) and walks over to nudge Metaari's foot with his boot.
"So you're taking the floor?" he teases.