"Then let's stay out here a little longer." He kisses Cullen's cheek. "Enjoy the air."

A beat; his next huff of laughter is wryly amused.

"Now all I can think of is what Morrigan used to do when we'd make camp. We'd kindle a fire, set the tents around it...and then she'd walk fifty paces away to set up her own camp away from us reprobates."