Alistair nods; more careful navigation ensues. At least the stairs are in reasonably predictable places whenever he puts his foot down.

"Kieran's got to be asleep by now," he muses, and lets out another small laugh. "That'd be another lovely impression to make on him, wouldn't it? Mad, violent, and a drunkard to boot. Morrigan'd never let me hear the end of this either, I don't think she's ever seen me this bad off."

Oh well. He's got more important things to worry about. Like making it down these stairs.