Alistair shoots a relieved look Cullen's way, silently conveying his thanks.

"Especially when the world might end if you don't cooperate," he says, dryly.

...That's probably not something he should say in front of a child either, is it. Shit. He rubs the back of his head; the motion migrates to rubbing his hair, fitful enough to make bits of it spike up between his fingers.