"That's me. Defying expectations,constantly," Jack replied with a cheeky pride, closing his eyes and smirking. If there was anything extremely odd about Zevran's being so close and not advancing things into a sexual arena, Jack didn't think too terribly much of it. The man had, after all, just come back from the dead, apparently with some funny expectations about how he would be received. He was also respectably drunk. Even without taking into account all the shallow-buried emotions they both had to know they were treading across, the situation wasn't exactly erotically charged.

It was, however, deeply comforting. And Jack would take that over a bit of illicit fun without a speck on complaint.

"Oh yes, if we'll have you," he scoffed, almost-grin an audible, palpable thing between them. "Twit. The real trouble is going to be getting space to yourself and you damned well know it."