[ The attention, intimate though it is, has a singular goal and that's to get as warm as he can, as quickly as he can. He could have dealt with all of it before Cayde even arrived, sorted himself out a fire (maybe), got himself dried out and warm, but he likes this better, somehow. A reward for his suffering. He shifts himself closer, half in Cayde's lap, and traces the seam of his mouth with his thumb. ]
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Gotta warm me up one way or another.