And Michel wasn't at all certain how this would change him, he wasn't known for being of sound mind all the time. He had no idea how this much physical contact with another individual would impact him. Would he find himself in the same situation as Her Radiance? He often thought about that particular tragedy.

He was ready to take his leave, certain of the understanding they had when Zevran leaned up and kissed him. It wasn't rough handling that had been Michel's undoing in the past, it had been that unfamiliar softness that was counterpoint to grueling training, brutal battles, and all of that time spent traveling on his own and otherwise.

For a moment he lost his senses for a moment, pulling Zevran off of his feet and into a hungry kiss. For a moment his thoughts melted away, but it was only for a moment and then it occurred to him what was doing and he eased Zevran back down again, "I should probably go then."

He took a moment to collect himself before gathering his things.