"Mmm, do you wish to revisit that?" Jack had been beautiful, twisting and aching and keening under his hands with every twist and flick of the slim pick of metal inside him. Had Zevran been a weaker man he'd have tied him to the bed to repeat the performance until Jack was a boneless, senseless mass. But now would be just as precious. In fact- he drags his teeth along the tip of Jack's ear as his hand slides out to his toolbelt, set aside for the moment, and draws one out of it's slim sheath.