It's more comfortable this time around. Cushioned chairs, brazier in the corner to keep the space warm. A jug of water, apples waiting for afterward since that has become a thing. The tools laid out for Cade to see while Zevran himself is dressed simply. No vest, no cloak, no leathers. A simple cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, no visible weapons upon him (Though Cade knows better than to assume he's ever unarmed, the appearance of harmlessness is vital). "Cade-"

And he even smiles. It's- somewhat sincere, in fact. He looks well. Seems to be doing well, asking for what he wants with a fifth of the mortification he'd done so in the past. "How are you feeling today?"