Peter has Narnian modesty which is, to say, none at all, so, in the haze and aftermath of their own desperate, passionate Revel, Caspian can see him all, every scar, ridge, peak and dip of the High King's body. Caspian looks and then looks away, as Peter, dressed only in the golden glow of candles, moves about their tent to retrieve their abandoned wineskin and drink deeply.

With his back to him, Peter says, "You are staring," in that sharp-edged way that cuts, and inflames.

"You are an ass."

Peter turns around and tosses the skin aside "Well, all you had to do was ask."