Alistair, alas, continues staring after Lavellan and Sera, transfixed. "Was that -- ?"

And he cracks up, sagging against Cullen. He manages to cup a hand around his mouth and call, "Congratulations!" toward the rapidly dimming flash of white, but even that's more laughter than word.

(The perils of drinking: Alistair often becomes very distractible.)