His hand left her warm lips quickly enough, and he had to wipe the mild moisture against his thigh, while being left wondering at the warmth of her skin. It was more than just a turn of phrase, this warm-blood business... She really was terribly warm, and soft. He shook the thoughts from his head.<br/><br/>"Make little noise, little warmblood. The village is sleeping... Some less deeply than others. I should not be talking to you..." His eyes flickered around nervously, though he needn't have bothered; the cool nights made the creatures deep sleepers. It was odd enough for him to be awake, though he'd nestled near enough to a fire that he wasn't too lethargic for the moment. He could feel it, though... The biting cold. He'd need warmth soon enough, if he was to avoid slowing down.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>