He hesitates for just a moment before starting to strip down as well. The first time someone sees his body is always a little nerve-wracking, but Zevran's an assassin. He'll have seen far worse than the scars around Anders' wrists and covering his back, so Anders kicks off his boots and tugs his tunic off over his head.

"You mean they're not all part and parcel of the same?" He flashes Zevran a smile that he actually mostly feels for once. "I was under the impression you were more talented than that."

Socks next, teasing buying him time for choosing. With his hands in the waistband of his pants he shrugs. "Soak and shave first, then seduction. Though I don't see how you shaving me isn't seduction. I've not had someone else shave me before." Plus he'd have a gorgeous elf absolutely, intently focused on him. Maybe Anders is just too easy. His pants and smalls are pushed down and folded before he's stepping into the water, sparing a mischievous glance over at Zevran to see if he's looking.