Zevran crackled a low, warm laugh- surprised somewhat by the twist of humor but not so much that he could not respond in kind. "Well I come from a long line of handsome Queens."

He leaned just enough to bump his shoulder against Michel, peering up at him from under his lashes. Mages he could teach given time, light hands and quick wits are something of a requirement- but Warriors? It was a completely different discipline than those they used. Why Michel chose to linger beyond simply watching Zevran's very fine self, he could not say. "And yet here I stand, thoroughly distracted. Where should we start, mm? The stealth, the traps, or the lock picking?"