[He has to release Nate to pick up a bottle, seeing as the small chest is on the archer's lap. Once he's read the first label, though, he's looking over at Nate with a raised eyebrow and the starting hint of a grin. The expression Nate's wearing is very promising.]

Too fine to use on... hm? Were you thinking your armor?

[There's still teasing in his eyes as he sets the bottle down, puts his arm back around Nate, and smiles at Zevran.]

Thank you. They're lovely, and I think we'll put them to good use. And I've something for you. It's not a gift from me, it was left for you, but...

[They both get a quick squeeze before Anders regretfully gets up to retrieve a small bundle, far smaller than he'd been given, and brings it back, offering it to Zevran before nestling back in the spot he's claimed.]