A low chuckle. Nathaniel's fingers quest in deeper, though just shy of that spot inside. "Only because I love you so much. You inspire me."

A third finger, and he finally slides in deep, to the last knuckle. "Now. Should I speak with Zevran, or should you?"

He works him, casually fingering him possessively in the midst of conversation. In the back of his mind, wondering how long Anders will keep his composure while they chat.