"A Grandmaster's wife?" Nida asked, leaning in, propping one elbow on the table to support his chin. Intrigued. How in the world had this man gotten into such a mess? Better yet, how did he get out of it.

"Wait, wait, wait," he said, raising his free hand to slow Zevran to a stop. "More important than that, how did you get out of that? If you didn't properly please the woman, it could have gotten you killed. But if you did, who was to say she wouldn't use the fact that you'd already done the deed to keep you under her thumb in this sort of situation?"

Not fully hanging on Zevran's every word, but it's such a close thing at this point.