[How Bucky wanted to wake Zevran up, he couldn't. Not with his father here and not when he wasn't. It was unprofessional and against the rules, not to mention that he'd be going against almost every class law in existence - unspoken and otherwise. He'd kiss him awake, if he could. Press his mouth to those soft lips and tangle his fingers in pale hair, maybe even push him to the mattress and kiss down that lean body until.. No. It can't happen and there was no point in thinking about it.

He steps aside, towards one wall and watches the elf kiss his father. Bucky has picked up some of the language while working for them, but not enough to completely follow along. He got by, though. Bucky nods to Zevran's father as he takes his leave.]

It's for all of you. They love you. Let them show it.

[Not all parents could afford to do so and not all that many wanted to. Bucky's own did their best, but nothing like this. He wasn't jealous, rather, he was happy that his charge had two people who cared so much about him around.]

Get dressed, smile a little, and then you're done.

[He takes another careful step towards the door. He knew how Zevran could get and with that thin sheet hanging low on his hips, hair sleep-tousled and cheeks a soft pink, yeah - he might not be so strong if the elf came onto him today.]

We can go by that place you like to dance after the party. [Bucky didn't hate it there, but he didn't like many of Zevran's friends.] My birthday present to you.