"I think that depends entirely on how the rest of this evening goes, don't you?" Gavin teased back, offing a grin - which turned into a real smile at mention of the lute. He hadn't heard music in a while, save for their resident bard, whose songs had been quite mournful the last few days.

That being said, the more Zevran spoke, the more something tugged at the back of his mind. An annoying little pull, something in his memory he couldn't quite place.

"And these skills include dirty poems, the lute, and flirting, I suppose?" He asked, still teasing. "Or do you have something more deadly in your arsenal as well?"