[There's a faint blush on Nathaniel's cheeks when things start to happen while they have an audience. There's also a thrill to know that this time, it's meant to be like that. His breathing is ragged by the time Anders works open his tunic. And when they part at last, Nathaniel's gaze turns to Zevran.
In a moment, his hand is reaching for Zevran's to draw him closer, a very courtly gesture. He leans in close enough to give him the idea, but not close enough to kiss yet.]
May I kiss you? [he asks, voice low and husky already.]
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In a moment, his hand is reaching for Zevran's to draw him closer, a very courtly gesture. He leans in close enough to give him the idea, but not close enough to kiss yet.]
May I kiss you? [he asks, voice low and husky already.]