Clan Ashara- that was familiar. Did he not meet several someones of that same clan earlier in this day?

Did he not seduce one of them as well?

For a moment he was puzzled- then of course the flat of Cyril's hand brushed across an old scar on his stomach, skin rendered sensitive to the contact. "Mmm...Zevran Arainai. A pleasure to meet you, Cyril."

A pleasure to have him as well. He cradles the side of Cyril's face in one hand, tugging him in for a thorough kiss.