Curious as to whether or not the ears were as much a thing for Gorse as they are for himself and seemed to be for Taas, Zevran lets his hands slip back a touch further, teasing at the fine, pointed tips with one while curling around the nape of his neck with the other. Taking charge, guiding, easing Gorse into this little by little as his tongue came into play, darting out to wet their lips.