"You seem much better suited to talking-" Not that he minded it in the slightest. Poe's voice had a pleasing lilt to it, some of the words foreign bu- he did not need to understand to grasp the innuendo. For there was innuendo going on in this cockpit- the very place was a double entendre in and of itself.

Slow to better show off Zevran leaned back to peel his shirt up and off, revealing all his tanned and tattooed skin for Poe's perusal. "That is a fine way to land yourself in trouble, my friend."