"What about dancing?" It would drive him crazy to have to stay here in this room with it's too fine furniture and too soft bed. Having Alistair would make it bearable but- he'd throw himself off the balcony in short order. For a moment he things 'ah, now we get to the fun part and he gives his hips an idle roll-

And then feels where Alistair's hand is headed and crackles a soft laugh instead. He sacrifices the hand braced by Alistair's shoulder to take him by the wrist and move his palm to that stretch of skin, the scar long since healed over. "Even then, yes? When I was being a shit."