And there's still an entire sweet roll left upstairs, too. Nice.

Alistair takes the time to savor both rolls, but that only kills another twenty minutes. The closer they get to the four-hour mark, the antsier he gets. Maybe he should just -- stay up here to remove the temptation to start poking Cullen on the shoulder or something.

Except his book's downstairs. Damn.

The footsteps above Cullen's head resume as Alistair starts pacing.