Traveling to far off exotic places, meeting interesting people-

"Nooo," Alistair manages, half yelp, in the midst of squirming and laughing. It's not fair. He can't retaliate. He's trapped by the bedroll. The most he can do is roll sideways, protectively onto his belly, dragging the roll and Zevran sideways along with him. (He's fine. If he weren't enjoying himself the whole camp would know.) "You're the worst."