His trick works better than planned. Before Alistair can recover in time, he stumbles right into the frozen water with a splash and a cascade of broken ice.

"Ha! That was honestly painful to watch." Anders stops by the edge of the fountain. Mouth forming a perfect 'o', he lets out a groan in solidarity as men do when they see another being hit in the unmentionables. This isn't on the same level of special agony as that, but it's on the spectrum.

That said, he's not entirely sorry for doing it. May Alistair learn a valuable lesson about trying to chase him down and toss him into the snow.

"That truce is sounding more and more appealing. I'm still willing to call us even," he says, hiding a smile. Surrender accepted. "I originally came outside for some fresh air and I think I've gotten that and then some. Shall we call it a day and head inside?"