"Turnabout is fair play, my friend." And he finds no small enjoyment in sharing slices of his home with those he's fond of. Taas? He finds himself terribly fond of. Still in his leather trousers Zevran settles at the foot of the bed, collecting some of the warmed oil in his palms before rolling his hands up the sole of Taas' massive foot. He hasn't ever done this for a Qunari before, but the basic musculature is the same.

The amount of pressure he'll have to use to strike the balance of just enough versus 'maker that hurts, quit it' will take some time to sort out; but by the time he's finished with one foot? He shall have it. "Tell me if it is too much, yes?"

As with any that spend most of their day on their feet there are little knots and strands of tension that need working out; Zevran falls into the task happiy.