"I have a feeling we'll be able to figure something out in the time alotted," He chuckled, pulling back just enough so that he could get a look at Zevran while he spoke. A soft, lopsided smile floated up onto his lips.

"Well that's good to know," He murmured, letting a hand wander up the back of Zevran's neck, fingers threading into hair. "I probably would have been terrified to ruin it, otherwise." He really did have nice hair. He let his fingers weave into it as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to that rather seductive length of tattoo that teasingly wound down below Zevran's shirt.

The nails might have to wait a few minutes.