The kiss parts my gradual, soft degrees, and Jack breathes slowly, laughing under his breath. He wouldn't usually, not with a patient, but he has a sense about this one. A sense that there's no twisted-around gratitude, no mistaken intentions behind the gesture.

Zevran - Zevran always knows what he wants.

"Funny," he murmurs, coaxing at the corner of his mouth with a warm little kiss of his own. "I was about to say the same to you."