Given the strength of his day-to-day accent, the skill with which Zev pulled off an English accent startled a delighted bark of a laugh out of Jack, and he settled with a fond, pleased grin. He could appreciate the work it took to get a voice down, let alone a voice outside of one's native language.

So he took the bait and played right back, dropping his voice to a velvety round-voweled croon, even giving a milder version of the heavy-lidded little smirk Zevran gave when he thought he was being a very clever kind of filthy.

"Oh, you are a slave-driver, Argento," he countered, leaning close enough to bump noses. "Making me do enough touching for the both of us."