Traveling to far off exotic places, meeting interesting people-

It is one of the better apples he has managed to charm from the kitchen, fresh and sweet and crisp rather than mealy and soft. Zevran cuts himself a wedge to nibble upon while he considers a coherent answer. "It is different than merely enduring pain for pain's sake. Hang me up and torture me when I know I am helpless and they mean to break me? I go somewhere that I cannot be touched. But like this? When I know a word would have me free, when I trust in who holds the lash? I go somewhere else- I drift. Everything in the world falls away. Guilt, Pain, Fear. It all no longer holds me down, I float in my skin."