Music, wine, heated oils and nice smells? Antiva's more intimate customs sounded like an excellent thing... and he had the very best of it right here in Zevran. Everything else was just gravy, and he's happy that the elf feels like sharing a bit of it with him.

The mention of the bath brings forth a small chuckle from the warrior, fairly certain that it's so full of soldiers right now that there was little water left for anything. No, this was quite nice, even without a soak.

Taas can't help being curious about the brandy, and that fine glass feels utterly fragile and precious in his thick hands as he accepts it. The qunari is pretty certain he's never held anything more delicate in his life, and he cups it quite gently. Beautiful, really.

He takes a small sip, enjoying the warmth and taste of the drink. It was relaxing, really and with a bit more taste to it than Fereldan spirits. It had a nice, sweet burn as an aftertaste, and he looks at Zevran with an equal heat as the drink.

"I can't say I'm used to someone spoiling me. Usually it's the other way around... and less fancy." Silk sheets, brandy, one hot as fuck Antivan? Yeah, this was pretty much the most decadent he'd been in his life.