He does laugh now, a quiet chuckle, as he rests his forehead against Nate's. "We could. Or you can bring your..." He shouldn't say it. He really shouldn't say it, and the only reason he doesn't is because he doesn't want to sleep on the floor, alone. "Your dog out to the central fire with me and Purrelden, and we'll sit near Alistair and you can kiss me and everyone can get their fill of her while you come up with a name and Alistair makes gagging noises. I'd like to point out that this option doesn't put us at risk of Teren jabbing knitting needles into us."