Couple of drinks. None of that shit they serve down in the tavern, either.

[ He sees it there, a flicker in his gaze. It's potentially dangerous, nothing he'd suggest on his own, not with Zevran still riding high on paranoia.

Then again, they have an understanding here, in this room. He has an out if he wants it, always. And he wasn't kidding about the scars being incredibly attractive, either.

Bull's lips curve, his head tilting as his fingers graze down the edge of Zevran's face. ]

And after that...whatever you need. Wherever you need it.