Despite himself, Anders makes a quiet noise when the lips press against his neck, but that has nothing on the little nips that send a shiver through him. It's been... He doesn't even want to think about that. Nor does he want to think about how completely leaning back and enjoying the hand sliding up his body means he isn't learning, as Justice is focusing on.

"An excellent one, if I dare say so myself." He drops a hand back and down to slide up Zevran's thigh slowly, giving the elf all the opportunity to stop him. When that doesn't happen, he turns his head to brush a feather-soft kiss to the corner of Zevran's lips.

How badly he wants this is a somewhat scary realization. Even more frightening is that he thinks he might need it. Anders has always been tactile, always craved signs of affection and now it's being offered with the awareness of who he is. It leaves him breathless.

"May I kiss you? Fully, I mean."