It is not so long a walk from the stables to the hotsprings- normally he'd wish to duck into his room to get his box of oils and soaps for washing but that hallway was dangerous and he more or less had everything he would need for Anders on his person. Scrubbing his hands up after the powder traps seems to have worked in his favor, and any assassin worth their salt can shave with a dagger. Zevran never had to shave himself but-

Taliesin favored such treatment. It made him happy, Zevran did so and bought himself some peace or a shade of gentleness for the night.

Such thoughts are far from his mind as he leads Anders down, unbuckling his leathers as soon as they hit the steamy air- they are indeed alone here. Delightfully, deliciously alone. "What would you like to start, mm? The shave and soak or the seduction?"