"Like a small blow dart or crossbow?" He taps the bracer with his nails, testing the fit- of course it is perfect. Alejandro has outdone himself, as though Zevran ever had any doubts when he brought this project to his friend. The Crows will never have anything near this unique, near this stealthy.

"Alejandro, I might kiss you." He sheathes the blade with a flick of his wrist and takes the might out of that statement, leaning up to press their lips together.