The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

"Only a bit," she says, with a grin. "I didn't think you did this for a reward, Zev. But you saved my life. I'm not real big on justice -- it's hard enough to get freedom -- but watching you go back into slavery was the biggest mistake of my life. I should have found a way to get you free that night. I'm sorry it took so long."

[Zevran]

Zevran pauses, staring. "Wait you... this was not just... chance and luck? You... you have been... working on this ever since..?"

[Isabela]

She nods. "You're a very difficult man to find, Zevran The Wolf."

She doesn't say the codename Denarius used to lease him out -- Fenris, the Little Wolf -- but she alludes to it, watching his face carefully. She's not sure if he uses that name, in any regard; she's not sure what he's like, aside from that night, or how he deals with his trauma. 

[Zevran]

Zevran just slowly shakes his head, eyes wide with amazement. "What a woman you have become," he murmurs, reaching over to take he hand and kiss the palm. "Astoundingly Fanciable."

[Isabela]

"And that's with my clothes on," she teases, unable to stop herself.

[Zevran]

Zevran snorts, his breath warm and damp against her hand. "No- Zevran the Astoundingly Fanciable. Though you are certainly free to use the phrase yourself, it suits you well." It's only after he says it that he realizes how that could be taken. Hoping to distract her- or perhaps entice her?- he kisses her palm again, then her inner wrist.

[Isabela]

Now she reaches up with her other hand to touch him, to run her fingers through his shock of white hair. "That you are," she agrees. "Then you approve?"

[Zevran]

"Of being rescued? Highly. Or- ah." He smiles faintly, pressing his lips against her wrist again, this time gently scraping her with his teeth. "Of you? So far, I very much approve of all I have see and observed. Well, that talking cat is a bit stuffy, so your taste in companions could use a little work, but then again, he was rather helpful so..."

[Isabela]

"He's with Beth," she laughs. "My usual crew is more... Libertine."

[Zevran]

"That's right," Zevran recalls. "Ah, Vig or something, wasn't it? Her familiar, she got him the same time Carol got her mabari pup."

[Isabela]

"He turns out to be a Pavitra, of all things," she says, adding a little fingernail to her stroking his head.

[Zevran]

"..Vangal?" he hazzards, leaning into her caresses even as he starts nibbling and kissing her hand in earnest.

[Isabela]

"Smart one," she teases. "How are you doing? Any lingering pain?"

[Zevran]

Zevran shakes his head a little, then pauses. "...if I did have a few lingering aches, would you make them better?" he asks, the offer clear but still giving her an out despite their rather blatant flirtation. And making out.

[Isabela]

She grins. "No, but I'm glad you don't, since I intend to ravish you -- provided you're up for the challenge."