Alistair may enjoy lazing about sometimes, but he isn't heartless. And those heavy sighs do tug on his heartstrings.

With a quiet sigh of his own, he rolls off the bed to fetch his trousers and shirt. (This is how much he loves you, Cullen.)

By the time Cullen returns with the next two buckets of water, Alistair's there, scratching Gru behind the ears, smiling sheepishly. "Is there another pair of buckets about?"