Alistair was growing restless and increasingly uncomfortable. He tried his best to stay still but he was not born to be a mannequin. He kept shifting slightly to only stiffen when he realized he had done so. The other man kind of terrified him a little. He was so intense about this whole thing.

"Okay" he hoped that meant that they would be done soon. He looked towards the man but could not bring himself to meet his eyes. "Do I have to look right into your eyes?" The very idea made him want to hurl.