"Please give it back?" Alistair pleaded.
Alea squinted at him, folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head defiantly. She sat on her bedroll, cross-legged and looking up at Alistair in his ever growing exasperation.
"It's the last one I had that didn't have holes in it," he added, frowning.
Still, Alea shook her head. Alistair sighed and rubbed at his temples.
"If you don't give it back, I'll have to resort to drastic measures."
Alea's squint lifted into a look of mild curiosity, but she otherwise refused to budge. Arms crossed, legs crossed and happily enjoying the warmth and comfort that was Alistair's over sized tunic.
"You leave me no choice, then!" Alistair declared.
He moved behind her, dropping to his knees as he reached around to tug at the hem of the shirt. Immediately, Alea moved her hands, holding down the front of it and trying to glare at him through the back of her head.
Alistair wiggled his fingers a little, a poor attempt at tickling her to gain the upper hand. Still she didn't budge. He tugged and tried a few more times to free his shirt from her clutches, but failed each time.
Finally he sighed, tipping his head down to rest on her shoulder.
"You win," he murmured. "I'll just have to freeze to death without my one and only tunic." Alistair leaned back, dramatically draping an arm over his forehead. "Goodbye world!" he exclaimed, tipping backward until he flopped over. "Should anyone ask, tell my love… tell her that I shall miss her!"
Alea pursed her lips, twisting around to look at him. He was splayed out on his back, one arm draped over his face. Turning fully, she crawled up over his chest.
"Fine," she conceded. "You win!"
She shivered as she pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it onto his face and folding her arms across her breasts. She settled herself on his torso, wiggling her hips once to find a comfortable position. Alistair grunted, a smirk hidden under the tunic. He pulled the shirt away from his face, his grin growing.
"Why thank you, my lady."
Alea muttered a 'don't mention it' under her breath, huffing and looking away from him. Alistair reached up, pulling her arms away from her chest and down toward himself. He planted a kiss on the top of each hand and then proceeded to each of her knuckles.
She let out an awkward, hitched sigh. Trying, desperately, to hold in giggles. Eventually she relented, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss onto the tip of his nose.
"You win," she whispered. "I'm not mad anymore."