Shale:I have noticed that the painted elf seeks the attention of the Grey Warden.
Zevran:He certainly does.
Shale:(Snorts) I watched many such couplings during the time I spent immobile in Honnleath. Or should I say I was forced to watch. You do know that this usually ends in reproduction. I have seen it many times, indeed.
Zevran:Oh? That is not such a terrible thought. Creating a new life can be a great deal of fun.
Shale:So you say. I have no idea how a golem is created, but I doubt I shall be creating one anytime soon.
Zevran:Just as well, I imagine. Any lover of yours would no doubt be quickly reduced to a puddle of bruises.
Shale:So you see me winning the affection of another golem, do you? Most golems are slaves to whomever holds their control rod.
Zevran:Funny, it works exactly the same way for us as well.