Never one to flinch- Zevran went damningly still. His version of twitching away, of flinching at the tone is to lock up entirely for a moment as his bleary mind attempts to pick out what he had done wrong this time. Tempers of men flared often when the man was passionate and Taliesin had passion. Under the polish Michel did as well.

He ought to know better than to speak out against such a man when they were nude and in bed.

That Michel could reign everything in again so neatly, so coolly gave him pause. Making him lose composure in a certain way was half the appeal of knowing the man, knowing he could keep it was no surprise.

But anger was new. Frustration that wasn't sexual? Was new. "...clearly you have your own opinions on the matter."