"Is that what that is?" He sniffs--without shoving his nose into Zevran's hair again, mostly just to make the sound for show--and plants his chin back on top of Zevran's head. "Eugh. Fine. I'll just sit here unmoving and let you use my body."

He knows exactly what he's saying, for the record--he's an adult, he catches two out of three innuendos these days, or at least two out of four--and above Zevran's tucked-in head he's failing horribly at keeping a straight face.