It's probably a good thing Alistair's never seen a cheesy video of two lovers running toward each other in slow motion, preferably through a field of flowers. Otherwise he'd definitely be subjecting Cullen to an in-person rendition in a few days.

As it stands: he catches his breath, then turns his head enough to plant a soft kiss in Cullen's palm. "Yes," he says, with faint amusement, "a broken arm might put a bit of a damper on things."