[He can feel the mood. It's not the usual heated charge. Instead, it's something a little more subdued, a little more... accepting, perhaps, is the word for it. There's been a change, and Anders is near-certain he can peg it on Nate. But he won't dwell. Far better to enjoy the moment, and Anders steps close to Zevran to seek out the elf's lips hungrily.]
I most definitely insisted. I've enjoyed the taste of your lips.
[In the interest of not making an absolute mess of his robes, Anders starts undoing them and drops them off to the side before settling on the bed, sitting forward so Zevran can take a seat behind him.]
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I most definitely insisted. I've enjoyed the taste of your lips.
[In the interest of not making an absolute mess of his robes, Anders starts undoing them and drops them off to the side before settling on the bed, sitting forward so Zevran can take a seat behind him.]