Being watched is its own reward, and even with the headache throbbing at his temples, the nagging ache everywhere and half-sick feeling crawling around his insides, Jack lifts his eyebrows invitingly. Lifts them and licks his lips, taking the moment of silence as it drags on and self-indulgently raking his bottom lips between his teeth.

When the answer comes, he laughs under his breath without even meaning to, taking Zevran's hand and kissing the inside of his wrist. And again, another inch up. Then another. And another, with a murmur on the tail of it.

"Could you, Ser?" He looks up, chancing a little nip against the skin. "It's been awhile. A little gazza might go wild."