It tasted awful, but he has swallowed worse things. Nothing he cared to recall in the moment, but worse things none the less. For now he focused on swallowing past the visceral green taste of the potion, tincture, tea- whatever it might have been. "Well you do have lovely hands."

Mumbling attempts at keeping up appearances, were he on his game he'd recommend giving them something to watch- but Zevran wouldn't be here if he were on top of his game.