[Zevran laughs aloud at that. He's done the 'no names' thing more than a few times, but... he is different now.]

Ah! I do so love a woman who knows what she wants, and happy as I am that it could be me, alas. [He clears his throat. He's so used to his outrageous flirtation being met with unimpressed glaring or outright disgust or amusement that he's actually a little bit rusty at handling someone replying in kind.

And more than being rusty, this is the first time he's needed to turn an offer down.] There are some gambles I am more than willing to undertake, but there is a saying: never bet anything you are unwilling to lose. And there is very much a person who fits that description. I cannot lose them just to play a game, as entirely enticing as it is.

I would be happy to teach you Antivan, knifeplay, or dance moves. I am possessed of an overabundance of sultry words and glances and all manner of eyebrow-raising teases, but I am afraid it must remain in the realm of friendly repartee. If this bothers you, I will stop.