"I'm not sure," he admits. He wants to say that he remembers her mentioning London, but now that he thinks about it, he can't quite remember. He only just recently remembered the name of the street he lived on, after tattooing the address onto the back of his arm with permanent marker the last time he had the misfortune of getting hopelessly lost.
No doubt any person on the street who caught a glimpse of it likely thought him mad.
The mention of Zevran, however, brings other thoughts to mind.
"Can I ask you a question?" He doesn't give her a moment to say yes or no. "Why me? There are so many people out there that have shown interest in you. Bann Teagen, Zevran, Leliana. Who knows who else has joined your legion of admirers in my absence."
He looks at her, hot pocket still brandished in hand.
"I wasn't expecting anything today, and what happened--I." He swallows. "I'm so grateful for it. But I'm not sure I--"