The wince did not escape him and he smiled sheepishly at Zevran, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew it wasn't the best, but at least it didn't run the risk of putting hair on a persons chest either.

"Sorry, it was the best I could get. A couple of weeks here doesn't quite earn me enough for the top shelf," he hooked his thumb back towards the bar with a shrug of 'what can you do?'.

"I've seen show like that before. Anyone who can do that sort of thing is amazing. Did you teach them all they know on the silks too?" He arched a brow with the tiniest curl of his lip in the corner.