"Mm, truly?" He shifts and curls and wiggles until he's better propped against Alistair, eyes sliding shut. Trust in every line allowing Zevran to be a little softer, a little more vulnerable. Alistair will keep an eye out and likely won't tease him overmuch for the nuzzling. They are both in their own weird ways a little touch starved and skin hungry for something kind.

While it is not in Zevran's nature to be kind? He can try, for Alistair's sake.

"You make for a marvelous pillow, did you know that? Why didn't we do this during all those miserable marches during the Blight?"