"A bathhouse in miniature. That does sound fantastic." Jack shifted subtly to an imaginary music, rocking slowly hip to hip, a motion that skirted the hazy line between playfulness and flirtation. Even if Zevran had been strangely withdrawn in certain matters lately, that didn't change what a pleasure it was to feel him move, all lean and finely-tuned muscle. "Some sort of big, fancy tub too?"