Zevran was staying awake late, as was his habit - partly due to being used to working in shifts to keep alert against Darkspawn attacks, and partly because he liked to look in on Michelle periodically as she slept. She moved in fits and starts, and he liked to see how well she was sleeping. He worried about her.
Blinking when he saw the door to the fridge, he cocked his head. "Is that a face I have not seen before, or some sort of ghost that enjoys milk as much as I do?"