There's a phrase Zevran hasn't heard in a very long time. Not when it's meant in earnest. You're my friend. It's so...

Trite. "Well, that is why it is your majesty, not my majesty." He shrugs. "But if your majesty insists, I will have to call you by your Andrastian name, yes? An angry king is..." he tsks, "bad news for Crows everywhere."