[. . An odd little expression crosses his face as you move away from him, and he almost reaches to pull you back. . But he seemed to have caught himself before doing so. Instead those hazy green eyes will just watch you longingly for a moment. . before directing his gaze to the ground - almost like a puppy that had been scolded.]

" . . . Yes, Juudaime?"

[. . . He can't keep his mind off of the sensation he'd felt against you though. . . The warmth of your body that seemed to help somewhat against the coolness of his own. . .and the soft, rhythmic beating of your heart. . .For some reason, he felt so much more. . .aware of these things. . . A small noise escaped him as his mind seemed to dwell on these things. It was almost a pathetic noise, really.]

" . . It's cold. . "

[He mumbled this softly, seemingly to himself.]