"Mhmm. Somewhere warm and relaxing for all four of us after a hard day's work in the kitchen or wherever it is you do what you do and Max does what he does." It was intuitive for Zevran to follow, to move as Jack moves- instinct, almost. Second nature. Music and movement were as much his as blood and death.

"Oooh, yes. Something sunk into the tiles so you might simply step in- though there lies the question. Something large enough for just the one of us- or. Something large enough for three or four of us."