Just be glad he didn't start listing the wares of every cheesemonger in a two-mile radius, ranked alphabetically and then best to worst.

(The vacation is still young. It could happen.)

Soon enough, Alistair falls into a light doze.




Perhaps half an hour later, he twitches hard enough to knee Cullen in the leg. His eyes snap open.

Within moments, he's worked free of Cullen and put a foot of space between them; sitting up, he puts his elbows on his knees and digs his hands into his hair.