"Not a word."

So much for stifling his laughter. (He got most of it out of his system when Cullen grumpily explained why his coat looked especially damp that day, but let's be real: as much as Alistair loves him, a cub with mange will never not be funny.)

He splays his hand over Cullen's abdomen. "Dare I ask how the, er, new recruit is doing?"