[That's a very good point. It's certainly not as strange as some things he's come to take as normal whilst in Wonderland. Or things he takes as normal back home that most others seem to find strange.

Alistair twitches at the swipe of her tongue over his wrist, a little surprised by the move despite himself but given the roughness of his hands it's probably a better choice than his palm. Thankfully he wasn't doing anything earlier like polishing his armour that would have left an unpleasant taste on his skin so he doubtless tastes of little more than sweat and skin. Arching an eyebrow and grinning he waits patiently for her verdict.]

I am, am I? And here was I convinced I'd taste like old socks. [A put upon sigh follows.] Well, if I disappear and you never see me again you'll know what happened.