He shifts. A curl of Cullen's hair is within easy reach if he settles his arm more firmly around him; Alistair reaches, gently tugs the curl straight, and lets it spring back into place.
"What if I pantomimed all the jokes? Or wrote them down and gave you the whole enormous stack of paper at the end of the week?"
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He shifts. A curl of Cullen's hair is within easy reach if he settles his arm more firmly around him; Alistair reaches, gently tugs the curl straight, and lets it spring back into place.
"What if I pantomimed all the jokes? Or wrote them down and gave you the whole enormous stack of paper at the end of the week?"