"Mmhmm." Latches. This lock had simple ones with automatic catches, the mechanism not quite as tricky as the rest. Perfect for beginners. A mage's deft hands lend themselves well but most of it is experience- the rest? Knowing how it ought to feel.

Again, much like love making.

Zevran tips his cheek to rest against Anders' still holding the one hand still while he lets Anders feel out the remaining two catches. "You must be careful- if you jar the lock too much? The first three will come down and jar your picks loose at the best- or snap it at worst. Speed and smoothness will come with time. Right now you merely need to know how it feels. Memorize that? And even should you find an unfamiliar lock you may be able to work your way through it. Unless it is trapped, but we shall worry about that another day."

With that Zevran removes his hands from Anders', dropping them down to once again curl around his waist. He can watch his progress from here well enough- the mage knowing how to find the latches and press them into place on his own for the last two is the important lesson here. And, perhaps, he simply wishes to warm himself on the back of a man he knows isn't too terrible.