"Eh, it's alright," You're a sucker, Theron Mahariel, and the worst part is that you know it, "You're good at other things."

Like giving him grey hairs, for example. But he leaves go of his annoyance in favor of tilting his head against that gentle caress, reaching up with one damp hand to press his palm into Zevran's, no less carefully.

"Maybe this isn't exactly the way I thought we'd get a reunion, but..." But he's going to kiss you now, if you don't stop him, leaning forward with one hand braced on obsidian edge, "...I'm just glad to have you with me."

You are wanted here, Zevran. Always.