Unexpected Turn of Events

Ok. This is a fan fiction written based on my current favorite video game: Dragon Age Origins. It's written solely for my benefit because I gotta let it out before I explode and more might follow. I suppose I should post it in some DAO forum but for the moment, it's staying here.
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    "Sienne! Have you changed your mind yet?" Alistair was fuming. Zevran knew the male Grey Warden was intentionally raising his voice to make sure he heard. Made sure everybody heard.

    The blond man made no secret of his dislike of the elven assassin now standing quietly near the campfire. No one rose to challenge him either. It seemed everyone else in their little band shared his sentiments. Except possibly the qunari who didn't seem to care either way. The witch certainly voiced out her thoughts but then never brought it up again. Even Zevran knew the templar's behavior was not surprising.

    It was Sienne's that was. He had come to her to die and she had let him live. The irony of it all wasn't lost on him.

    At the moment, the female elf had her arms crossed with a narrowed glance at Alistair.

    "For the fifth and final time, Alistair, I haven't. And I won't. He hasn't done anything since then." Then lowered her voice to mutter. "Not yet, anyway." To which Zevran had to grin. So she wasn't completely out of her mind, then.

    "So are you just going to wait for him to actually do something?" The templar wasn't about to give up easily. "And what if you happened to be dead by then? He's an assassin!" Zevran wondered if Alistair saw him as a threat in more ways than one. He certainly seemed to have more than a passing interest in the raven-haired Warden's well-being.

    Strangely enough, Sienne smiled. "He can try again any time he wants." Zevran's eyes widened. She wasn't looking at him, was in fact still facing Alistair. But he knew those words were meant for him. A challenge, perhaps?

    The assassin had to hide a smile. This was getting interesting. The templar finally admitted defeat and moved away from her but not before glaring in his direction. The Antivan elf smirked. He liked ruffling the templar's feathers.

    He supposed that Sienne's words had not been an empty boast. Like him, she was a rogue and equally experienced in the art of stealth and thievery. He'd seen her in combat and all that backstabbing would make any assassin proud. But perhaps she underestimated an Antivan Crow? Zevran's brow wrinkled. Or perhaps not. He was, after all, indentured to her right now.

    He stole a glance at her, and was surprised that she was staring back at him, a thoughtful expression in her emerald-green eyes. She seemed just as surprised to have been caught looking at him and immediately stood up to engage Leliana in conversation. It was hard to tell by the firelight if she was blushing or not.

    The assassin surmised that despite her words, the female Warden was, indeed, wary of him. Why she even spared him was a question he meant to have the answer to in the days to come. Certainly, it couldn't have been because of that comment about her being a deadly sex goddess? Could it?