Even if Alistair has a right to judge, even if it's fair, it isn't very kind, probably, to stand here angry with Anders when the person Alistair crawls into bed with at night is as safe and healthy as anyone can be anymore. But here he is! Angry, but not able to look at him.

"I'm not judging you," he says lightly—sarcasm more than a lie, since he doesn't expect Anders to buy it. "Do what you like. Maybe for Satinalia this year you can get him a muzzle and leash."