[Watching Zevran move really was enrapturing, and he fell silent in his observation-- though by no means was he the appearance of unimpressed. Quite the opposite, eyes widening with the addition of fire into the mixture, something welcome and exotic and fun, indeed. Perhaps he could... learn from Zevran, in matters of performance, at least with culinary art. Zevran genuinely made it seem like an art.]

Wha-- my eyes aren't alluring. I'll agree about the voice, though. Can't get over my sexy Canadian subtlety, hm?

[Maybe Zevran would realize one day that it wasn't entirely self-deprecatory behavior when he declined to accept compliments. He was merely mild-mannered, and to suggest that he agreed that he was anything sensual would be rude and presumptuous. With a grin, he rested his chin on the backs of his hands, knuckles pressed together as he watched and waited for the drinks to be ready. The smell of warm chocolate dispersed through the air and he breathed deeply of it, sighing out a longing sound.]

We are going to need to save some for Jack. His voice is pretty alluring, too. Trust me-- just don't tell him I said that. But there's this groan he makes when he really likes something I've made and I promise it makes me melt like chocolate.