"There will be a catch- or a moan, depending on what you are doing." Zevran snorts a soft laugh and sets himself against Anders' back, reaching out to rest his hands on top of the mage's. It is not entirely how he'd learned but- it is the best way to show him how to seek out and test resistance. Chin hooked over Anders' shoulder, he murmurs as he moves their joined hands, one pick sliding into the lock and turning until there is that subtle catch. "This you move until you feel- ah, there it is. That faint spot where there is less resistance? Then you press inward with your second pick to find the tumblers."