[He's a Scottish highlander. He might feel chill, but there's no way it actually bothers him. Claire gives him a wry smile that lets him know damn well she sees what he's doing, but she's moving closer anyway, aiming to sit right on his lap.]
Oh, yes. Your nose is ice.
[More like her fingers are ice even with the hand holding, and she gives his nose a playful grab.]
no subject
Oh, yes. Your nose is ice.
[More like her fingers are ice even with the hand holding, and she gives his nose a playful grab.]