The song wound to a close and he remained content to sit tucked close. It wasn't an intense embrace, this, but it was warm. It was contact. And for all his flirtatious and lovers casual, extended contact given and accepted without expectation was something he did not have enough of in his life. Let alone with someone quite so sweet. He smiles, tipping his head to rest his cheek against hers.

Too easy, Zevran. Too forward should he press. The chase from here would be hers to make. "As much as you, Bella."