...There was absolutely no innuendo in that whatsoever. Not even a little. Not a lick.

How- how did one so casually offer to handle a massage in all due kindness and compassion without so much as an eyebrow waggle or seductive draw? Now that the bright shine of 'Andraste preserve me, that NECK' is also somewhat lessened- a very particular sense of Zevran's was speaking to him.

This.


This was a virgin.

Maker's breath, was it Satinalia already?

"No, no, by all means. Touch me however you like, whenever you like."