It was meant to be- but Zevran did not say as much. No, he instead shifted his legs to make more room for Gavin and angled his hips so his journey southward would be all the more comfortable. At a distance Zevran seems scarless- but as close as Gavin is? He could likely feel the small lines and bumps, the smooth patches and raised divots that came from a lifetime of assassination. Each of them, to a one, was covered with a swirl of ink. "You have a wonderful mouth on you, bello."

Zevran groaned, head tipped forward to watch him work, cock twitching under his tongue.