"And I'd have to redo the work when I could be pressed for time." Zevran's voice is low and warm and it has to be deliberate. Anders came here to learn something he sorely needs knowledge of, but all he really wants to do is encourage more touch and personal attention.

He shakes his head to try to clear it a little and pull his mind from the arms around him. It doesn't completely work. He's far too weak to temptation, in Justice's opinion. Anders thinks he's exactly as weak as he should be, considering how rarely he's given the opportunity to even feel tempted.

Unfortunately, he really is a little distractable, because exactly what Zevran's warned about happens. He slips, the three come back down, and the picks are knocked loose. Anders sighs and restarts. Practice makes perfect, and all that, and it's better that he has issues now rather than later. His life doesn't depend on this right now. Slowly he prods them back into place and gets the fourth up... then the fifth, and the lock clicks open with a very, very satisfying sound.

"Don't tell me, that was the easiest one of them all." But that's all right and it shows in his voice. You start small and build. Even as he speaks he's leaning his head back to rest on Zevran's shoulder, getting perhaps a little more comfortable than he should. The man's gorgeous and seems to be feeling accommodating, though. Why wouldn't Anders get comfy?