He doesn't laugh. He does smile, though. It will take more than an unrequited crush (which is what this is, all it is; he loved Zevran before he wanted to kiss him and he'll love him when it passes) to make shocking some Orlesians feel like a bad idea. He holds his abs and his back too tightly wound, maybe, in a way that will make him sore later but also make make him feel a bit more like a stupidly toned Chevalier; settles a hand on Zevran's shoulder easily enough; and says, "Will you," flatly but lightly. The dog mask is fitting with how he tilts his head. "Give me a signal."