Crozier’s own line of thought, which granted is mostly marveling at Ram’s long eyelashes and plump lips, is interrupted by the shiver. It might not have even been noticed if Rama hadn’t been pressed up so closely to him, but Crozier feels the rest of his body start to go cold. It simply won’t do.

“Come here,” he growls softly, grabbing Ram’s thigh that’s draped over him and pulling, guiding him (just a touch insistently) to slide himself on top of him. “None of that. Let’s warm you up.”