Turnabout is fair play, the elf says, and Taas smiles softly in return. It truly was a new experience, taking this man to bed. It should probably bother him that he was not guarded around a known assassin, but here he was, finally relaxing fully to let Zevran pamper him.

However, Taas has to admit he's pretty confused when the other man takes a seat (in those nice pants) and starts working on his foot, of all places. His feet were a mess of hard soles and scars, one going straight through the foot from a sword back in the day. Not exactly where he'd imagine anyone to go, but... wow.

It was amazing.

Zevran could go pretty damn hard before Taas even flinched a little, and there's a happy groan from the massive warrior as he sinks back a little into the pillows. "Fuck, that's great!"