Lasulahn supposes the kisses are merely a flirtatious jest, and not an actual currency, though he still nearly protests that if he is paying for Zevran's companionship on this journey, receiving kisses in return would make little sense.

He is silenced, in either case, as he extends his hand without thinking, and watches the other's lips brush across his knuckles. He might joke that this only means he owes Zevran another kiss now, but can't quite find the words. He stares instead, shy but almost entranced. "...Yes," is all the elf manages, quite belatedly.