"No, ah," Alistair says, hands spreading in the air level with his hips, "what's mine is yours, ser. By all means."

It's the worst line he's ever used. Worse still for how true it is. As soon as they're out of here and he has a moment alone he's going to beat his head against a wall. For now he's still managing to smile, splotches and all, while he sinks deeper out of sight. Maybe he an stay here the rest of the night.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"