Cade can't resist a flinch when Zevran's hand first meets him, but he makes an effort to allow it. He nods to Zevran, indicating that he understands, and continues to sit quiet and still, brow furrowed pensively as the man strokes his hair.
It's not so bad. He kind of likes it, actually. He can't remember the last time he was touched so.. kindly. Perhaps he hasn't since he was a young child.
In truth, the whole situation is more kindness and understanding than he's been shown.. possibly ever, and it's coming from someone who was in the process of threatening him. He doesn't know what to make of it.