Zevran's nails pulled a shiver out of him, right up his spine, his ears warming at the attention. Creators, it was unfair how attractive Zevran was - and it only seemed to be getting worse, rather than better, as his fingers clasped into hair, pulling gently so he could tilt Zevran's head away, to better get his lips to that sublime throat.

He ran his tongue down the length of the tattoo, his free hand coming up to pull aside fabric as he followed it towards Zevran's shoulder.

"Just how far does this go?" He asked in a low, teasing voice. "Am I going to need to make myself a map?"