Traveling to far off exotic places, meeting interesting people-

"Alright." If he's sure- then Zevran falls back to begin swinging. There is the same pause as before between each strike- a sharp crack across either side of Cade's back, creating a lattice of welts over his shoulders and in between. Little by little fair skin blooms red with raised welts under Zevran's careful eye and precise blows. Too much could break the skin, too little dissatisfying.