[ Virile has him choking on his beer, and it takes him the duration of Zevran's little speech to manage to entirely stop coughing. ]

If you continue being this nice to me, I'm going to start suspecting you're up to something. [ But to answer the question-- ] No one here. Not in this tavern. I think.

[ He glances around as if to make sure, though he's already as sure as he possibly can be. ]

Really, what are you doing here?