If he didn't already know that Zevran was a rogue, he'd have sworn the man was a mage with the way he could turn years and years of tension to a smooth, relaxed state that the warrior didn't even get in his sleep these days. Taas groans in appreciation, tipping his head back a bit and just barely misses scraping his horns in the bed frame.

"Fuck, this feels so good," he admits while his thick fingers trail a pointed ear framed by golden hair. "How about that. It seems you're quite able to reshape a friendly shore just as well as a karasaad." Taas smiles as he's smooths his hands down to Zevran's waist and pulls him a little bit closer.

Warmed by oil and senses flowing with the scent from the incense, the taste of the brandy, the feeling of silk sheets and a warm body straddling him, it's like he's nestled in another reality. If anyone found out that this was how you got him to completely and utterly drop his guard, he'd be a dead man within the month.