Alistair watches this. Looks away, in fairly short order, and shifts enough to try and get at one of the eternal cricks in his shoulder.

Awkwardly, "You know, I am capable of not teasing. Or so I tell myself so I sleep better. If you ever need to extend that formal invitation for me to fuck off again -- not, not in the leaving sense, in the 'shut up, Alistair' sense -- "