For a moment Cullen stands over him, sliding his fingers through Alistair's hair.

Then, careful, he eases onto the bed, and straddles Alistair's thighs. There's a soft metallic rustling sound, and then the sudden scent of elfroot. Cullen dabs a little onto his fingers, rubs his hands together, and starts to rub Alistair's lower back -- slow, intense, in a way meant to release tension without causing pain.