Toss him around

Zevran raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure he agreed with the prettier part, though from what he could see and hear, the man certainly sounded attractive. Then again, was Zevran really the best judge of that? Probably not. To him, everyone was pretty and worthy of his flirting. He pulled his knife out from his belt and walked closer, shame; it was a waste of a perfectly good trap, but he had a feeling what the man was saying was true, he was no real threat to Zevran. 

Well, perhaps it is time to pray to whatever god you worship... He said as he walked up to the man, giving no sign if he planned to free him or kill him. As he got close enough, he smirked and reached up to cut the man loose. And thank them for your fortuitous luck. Of course, he hadn't factored in gravity, but the man had said he was a healer, right? Surely, a few bumps and bruises from hitting the ground were better than the alternative.

I'm Zevran, by the way. I figure I've had you in my trap. You might as well know my name.