When laughter rather than questions followed, Zevran allowed himself to relax. Grin. Bite lightly at Jack's collar in recompense. "Bitches are also terrible at scratching backs. Lower, Jack."

He arched up against Jack's hand much like a cat. The sweater was large and lumpy and not the most flattering thing to wear but he hadn't had many options at hand at the moment. "What- do you wish me to strip it off?"