[Iskandar chuckles. He wraps Waver in his arms as soon as the boy is in his lap.]

Of course, you don't, dearest.

[He said that he can, not that he will.]

I can. And I did. You should stay where you are.

[He reaches for their bowls, passes the smaller one to Waver, keeping the bigger one for himself.]

It's not difficult. Just a matter of logistics. [Iskandar leans down to kiss Waver again.] And I'd rather have you here with me than on the other side of the table. Even if I risk spilling some soup.