Traveling to far off exotic places, meeting interesting people-

"So you say now." Zevran murmurs, nipping at the underside of Cy's jaw. Binding his wrist did not take long at all, if anything it's done quickly, simply. Several rounds of rope around each wrist and bound together, loops that he might hold onto pressed into his palms for leverage or comfort. Now, though, he sits back on his heels, hands dragging from shoulder to thigh. Admiring all that pale, bruised skin.