James didn't blink with surprise - from the moment he had met Zevran he had a way of sliding up next to you without your noticing. As always, he felt that pulse of warmth, that flush to his ears, but today he simply slipped his hand into Zevran's fine pale hair, twisting one loose strand around his finger as they continued to his room.

"Well, then I suppose I should let you bed me, so I continue not to be dour, hm?"