[He won't pass up that opportunity, though he chuckles softly as he reaches out to rest a hand on Nehan's arm. Even through his glove, his hand's ice cold.]
I am not so warm as I was, [he points out, giving the erune's arm a brief appreciative squeeze to gauge the weight of the muscle. Then he draws back.
To do more is tempting, but not his place.
He takes the offered seat, settling in it human-wise. It'd be uncomfortable if he were alive, but perching on the seat-cushion is uncomfortable to others.]
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I am not so warm as I was, [he points out, giving the erune's arm a brief appreciative squeeze to gauge the weight of the muscle. Then he draws back.
To do more is tempting, but not his place.
He takes the offered seat, settling in it human-wise. It'd be uncomfortable if he were alive, but perching on the seat-cushion is uncomfortable to others.]
So. You have a story for me.