Might help with the babyface, if you did. [He reached over to pat Jack's face gently, giving Zevran a look over-- not in scrutiny, but wondering where he should start in terms of getting off that travel grime. He settled for lathering his hands and lightly tapping the nape of Zev's neck before he placed his hands, palms flat, on his back. The caution wasn't from being skittish, it was from avoiding anything potentially startling. Zev was calm on his exterior, but the interior, what he was mostly concerned with, was another matter]
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Are you suggesting I grow mine out, Zev?