"You say that now." Warm, amused -- but sincerely pleased in spite of himself.

Everything stays quiet for another beat or two. Alistair gives Cullen another small squeeze.

And then, softly, soft enough that it's felt more than heard, he starts to hum. The tune wanders in search of something familiar, but never quite finds it; maybe it's something he overheard in a tavern once, maybe a misremembered part of the Chant, maybe (most likely) something Alistair's just making up as he goes along.