He had enough of a mind to enjoy it- to react in as much that he slides a hand up to cradle Jack's cheek and just settle into the contact. To lean after him just a little when he finally pulled away. Brandy breath on both of them and far too many things that probably needed to be said. Neither were in the mind to do so, and might not ever. Zevran had no wish to think on it.

"Never too soon." He mumbled into Jack's hair, curling his arms around him to clean. The brush of lips against his neck made him huff a breathless laugh, ticklish. It had never been ticklish before. Not that he had the time to think this over as it seemed as though it was time to move. "Drunken sprawls on sofas are favored, yes."