[Many things Zevran can roll with happily, and many more still he can pretend to enjoy. Verbal degradation falls into the latter category. With as disoriented as he is, and unsettled by the creeping of the tiny golem, he's less inclined to simply grin and bear it. No matter how fascinating his impromptu host might be. Still, an arch look, and arched back for optimal aesthetic appeal, are offered.]

I am not a whore unless you wish to pay for my services. [He probably wouldn't take the payment, he's beyond that now.] Even were you to do so, I am not certain you would be able to afford me. Now if you wish a free sampling of my skills, why, I wouldn't mind that in the slightest.

[No knife under the pillow, nor in his hair. All he has are his hands and voice- he's been in worse situations. At least he isn't naked.]