There's a flash of a smile at the joke, but before he can even think about a comeback the man is moving against him, warm and close. He stiffens despite himself, trying to hold back a little but it's been a long time since he's had this much physical contact and a few moments later Anders is relaxing for the most part, hoping he's not leaning too much into the elf. Zevran's a flirt. That's all. It takes one to know one, and Anders had once been exactly this flirty. He doesn't need to go weak and pathetic at what's simply a flirty method of teaching.

"Right." He felt it, and it shows in his voice... but so does a little hoarseness that Anders chastises himself for. One deep breath later and he's feeling for the spot again, finding it and pressing, while adding a little pressure with his other hand the way he's seen Varric do. Is that right? He's not sure, but he's here to learn and try things.

"Do I..." Another spot is now giving him less resistance, and he turns his head slightly in a glance back at Zevran. "This?"