No skin is broken, no sign from Cade that this is no longer wanted as he was well and truly drifting- and Zevran comes slowly to the final four strokes of the cat.

Crossed over the mass of welts and red- Cade would be bruised for a week solid even with the potion. It is a beautiful thing to see. Satisfied with his work, with Cade's drifting Zevran flicks the cat back up over his shoulder, the handle hanging freely as he speaks. "Cade- you need to come sit before you fall over."

True to his word, even if he'd rather simply move him by hand, Zevran does not touch him.