Zevran might have been ill, but there was something about this that was far more sensual and intimate than the sex. The sex was always beyond his ability to properly compliment, but he felt a kind of peace afterward on the occasions where Zevran curled up against him and simply fell asleep. Laying there for a few hours or more. Peace was not something that Michel knew much about, it never came easily, but that's how he felt.

"Now that you've piqued my curiosity..." Michel let that hang in the air, remembering the salve sitting not to far away. He shifted slightly so that he could cradle and continue to stroke Zevran's hair with one arm while the other reached for the vial. Thumbing it open he managed to tip just enough ointment into his hand, warming it a bit before applying it to his companion's chest. It would help lull him with it's soothing, refreshing elements, a versatile ointment that even Michel used on occasion.