Alec slipped away for more ale among the runners. Being near them tantalized him, as did their easy affection toward one another. The blacksmith made room on the end of a bench, slipping his arm around Alec’s waist so he wouldn’t fall off. It seemed natural for Alec to rest a hand on the fellow’s thigh to balance himself. Relaxed by the beer, warmed by his desires, Alec moved his hand higher. The blacksmith took no notice.
