Is there anything else you'd like to hear me say? Much as for you it's always the horns- for me?

[ He cuts himself off with a soft moan, shivering from toe tip to ear tip at the heat of Bull's palm. Qunari and Wardens- they always run hot. ] It is the accent. Or the tattoos.

[ More than just the horns, the scars, the fine point of Bull's ears- duller than an elf's and far less delicate- call to Zevran's attention. One hand still trailing and stroking along Bull's horn he dips his head enough to bite at the point, soothing it afterward with the brush of his tongue. ]