[Meg sighed.] Another request for a concession from you? Are you so delicate that I have to go easy on you for everything?

[She was teasing him, of course, and obliged, letting her whip fall away. The leather grazed over the side of Zevran's arm as she walked past him, back to the reclining beach chair where she had previously lounged. As much as she would have liked to take him for a ride, making the poor man lay on his back seemed a cruel and unusual punishment after she'd let him have it for so long. So, she would do him the kindness of letting him be on top, seeming unconcerned with potential onlookers.]

Come here.