Oh, that noise. That delightful, delicious, damning noise that more often than not set Zev right off into a full night of doing nothing other than pulling many more from Jack's lips- but now? Nothing more than a warm pulse in his chest. Affection. Admiration. He found it more endearing than arousing.

...odd.

He was distracted from his puzzlement by the warmth of a hand on his back, rubbing up against those scritching fingers.

"When I first arrived I had spent several months underground. Good meals were few and far between and we had spent what time that wasn't marching along a maze fighting off spiders and Darkspawn."