"But I stopped, didn't I?"

He would question, hands remaining off of her as he leaned back in his seat to look at her.

Shakes head.

"No. None of that."

"No."

The cold sensation causes him to remove his hands from her. Shaking them feverishly in an attempt to return some warmth.

"Okay, okay-- I get it. No handsy. You don't need to be turning me into a snow cone."

"Thanks for making me the happiest man alive."

🐴 I'll send one yer way. ❤️

"Did not agree to this.... 💧"

"I want ribs and lobsters, and plenty of ale!"

"I do wish you told me as soon as you found out. But I understand your reluctance to do so."

"Why would I be upset?"

He tilted his head in confusion.