He sighs happily, wiggling the thick toes a little bit as Zevran loosens up muscles and knots he forgot existed. Reading that the elf had massaged the Arishok is so alien that he has to laugh, the mirth rumbling all through his wide body. He would have paid good money to see the qunari's face if he knew that the rogue was telling that to one of the Tal-Vashoth.

"You're always a surprise, Zevran," he says fondly, the pronunciation of 'Zevran' still a bit off since he had only read it on those pretty lips. "I like it."

Taas is honestly surprised that the elf seems so into this, working out every little tightness in his feet before moving higher up, dealing with hard-muscled calves formed to withstand a heavy body and the swing of an axe nearly the size of the elf himself. There's another groan, happy and relaxed as he leans back further.