That scent is amazing, and the oil leaves his dark bronze skin pleasantly warm even as Zevran moves on. Taas spreads his legs a bit so the elf can get comfortable between thighs nearly the size of his waist. The right one carries a bit of extra tension, being the dominant leg for the axe swing - but damn if those hands (and elbows) couldn't sort that out as well.

"What does that mean?" the warrior asks softly, taking a careful sip of the brandy in that precious little cup. "I cannot quite read it, but you smile with your eyes when you say it." If that was because it was Antivan or it was endearment, he didn't know... but he liked it.