For all of that moment, Jack did not respond, caught in the first offering of that sort of thing from Zevran. But no dirty looks or other aggression followed it, and he found himself nothing but delighted by the lazy, sharp insult.

"Oohhh-!" he crowed, laughing though the sound as he twisted his head enough to cast a sidelong grin Zev's way. Idly, he felt along his back, half-smiling thoughtfully as he found the rises of his spine much more easily than before. "I suppose I hadn't noticed. Bitches have a horrible time discerning fine shapes through baggy old jumpers, apparently."