One eyebrow rises. Really? says that eyebrow. Really.

Cullen, Alistair despairs of you and your life choices.

He takes another bite of bread. "You know," he says, "Dagna's made these little plates that can keep a drink warm for hours. I could get you one for your morning tea." Another bite. "Since it's so drafty up here." Another. "With the hole in your roof."