Alistair's still smiling when the kiss breaks. Gently, he kneads Cullen's hands to warm them further. His thumbs follow the pattern of thin scars crisscrossing his fingers; pauses to circle the crooked knuckles.

He tips his head after a moment to watch himself work. To study Cullen's hands more closely.

(It's funny, how well he knows them now compared to a few short months ago.)