As long as it isn't Cullen's fur, Alistair can take whatever he likes.

He waits until Alistair's off the ladder before he sits up: still stiff, a little achy, Cullen knows he ought to stretch.

He also doesn't want Alistair to hover and fuss.




Ten minutes later, he descends the ladder into the office. Because Cullen is a masochist, his feet are bare. But he tossed down his fur and his book first.