Zevran turns Lasulahn's hand over, dropping another kiss to his palm, coaxing the Inquisitor's fingers to curl over it as though holding onto something precious. "And one for the road."

For they would part company at some point this evening. His bed is quite comfortable and there is room for another but he does not see the night taking that particular turn.

"Perhaps another night I might offer a massage? For your wrists and forearms. Casting requires much movement and there are often cramps involved afterward, yes?"