[ Alistair huffs, amused, and lightly pinches the back of Zevran's rib cage where his hand has come to rest. ]

Why would we want anything except a log cabin filled with dogs? [ He drops his head down alongside Zevran's instead of over it, so he can kiss Doghren on the top of her head. She seems ready to fall asleep. Maybe something about being nestled between them like a swaddled baby. Something to remember next time she won't calm down, probably. ] They should move over with us. I can make sure they don't get into too much trouble.