[ Alistair sticks out his tongue, which is clearly the best way to prove that he's not a child and not a dog and certainly not a dog that is also a child. Either way, Zevran is right about not needing a collar. Alistair knows how to come to heel.

While he's at it, he sits next to Zevran's bed. And stays. ]

Yes, I pulled it out. I didn't stick it in over and over like it was nothing. [ That's what he said. He's pulling at his bootlaces, but he doesn't look away from the needle, curious. ] I thought there would at least be some wincing. You should wince so I don't feel so outmanned.