"It is a rare thing when they do not." It was a different matter entirely if it was the game he would rather play it of as, rather than one of many incidents of Taliesin attempting to assert his right to do with Zevran what he willed in exchange for his life.

What manner of life that had been.

His lips pressed thin as he took the hand- and made a gesture all his own, tugging Solas' up to press a kiss to the back of it. "Well if you are promising chains..."

Playing the part was simpler when he was awake. When he could prevent bruising from blooming onto his skin where he'd been manacled in the past at the thought.