Without noticing, Cade is becoming more and more accepting of Zevran's hand in his hair. He chews his lip, thinking.
"I suppose the... well I like all of them," he assures him, as though he'll be judged for his choice, "but I.. the ones I like the most are just..." He tenses for a moment, as though this is another awful secret that he's about to spill. "...the frivolous ones. ...you know. Made-up stories."