"Come in, have a seat." Zevran stands to lock the door opposite, waiting for Cade to slip inside before locking the door from whence he came. He doesn't look at him to start, speaking in his most soothing tone; as expected Cade is wound tight, skittish. "Before we do anything at all, this rule is one neither of us is to break. If you want this to stop, if you feel unsettled or uncomfortable, if the pain is too much to bear or you simply cannot stand to be in this room with me a moment longer- you say a word and this stops. No questions are asked, you are free to leave. It can be 'Stop' or it can be anything else you feel is appropriate. If you cannot think of anything? I can provide a word for you."