Alistair squirms; he may not squeak, but his laughter peaks higher for an instant.

"You've seen right through my nefarious scheme." Scraping his nails lightly down Cullen's sides, he leans in to kiss him; when it breaks, he goes on in a low murmur. "How about this: I want you to have your way with me. I'm yours."

(This time, having learned his lesson, he does not say always.)