Stumbling into the room was easy enough. Zevran took a moment to grab something, a sock, a scarf, something to hook it on the outer knob of the door so Alistair would not wander in while he was otherwise occupied- and made good on his promise to strip. With some it is a seduction. With Taas? It's done quickly, shrugging out of his vest and shirt, tossing aside his daggers and sheathes, toeing off his boots. The bed was- well. It was large enough for a man and an elf to share comfortably when the man tended to sprawl. Large enough for Taas and, perhaps, an elf draped upon him.

"Undress- I will ready the oil." More than the sheets- he truly meant to spoil Taas in return for all the times he had done so for Zevran. "You, my friend, are going to get an Antivan massage."