bastardwarden:

     ”Just the answer I’d hoped for! As you wish,” he says, setting 
off for Balfour’s task. Their band seldom keeps water on-hand,
not with a stream so near camp, and not with how heavy it can
get, lugging around containers for days on end. A burden he has
no doubt would be placed on him. Even so, it doesn’t take long
for the senior Warden to return with the requested water, though
he is somewhat short of breath upon arriving.

Alistair sets the pot nearby the fire, looking to Balfour as he did 
so. “Would the Warden request anything else of me, or might
I simply relax and enjoy the view?”

       "Getting a little courageous there aren’t we, Alistair?“

There’s a pause before he continues, as if the Warden is
giving his  friend a few  moments to figure  out where this 
joke happens to be going.  Hopefully in the  direction that
causes the  elder Warden  to splutter  a lot  and just  look
pretty embarrassed. Balfour could use a good laugh.

         "I didn’t  know you  had it  in you  to flirt  with me  with
Morrigan so close to the camp.  But,  hey.  I’m flattered by
your words, my friend, believe me.  Were I not so worried
that  Morrigan  would have  my balls  for it,  I might  follow 
you up on some of your little comments.”

He flashes a grin,  and that’s the last of it.  Attention soon
shifts  to  the meal  he doesn’t  even want  to  be  making, 
but for  once the  smile is  not stolen  from Balfour’s  face.  

It’s oddly… nice. To be smiling.