Sage perched on the edge of the bed, chuckling at Liz as she insisted she was, in fact, that cold. "Ah, the joys of youth," he mused. "Always the drama queen," he noted fondly. "Between me and her mother, I should have guessed she'd be that way," he added, quieter so only Elara could hear. He didn't often mention Amy to Liz....he only had bad memories of the woman. Well....after the first few weeks anyway.

Sage chuckled softly and shook his head. "Oh, you love me and my humor," he teased Elara with a grin. "I think you'd get along just fine with her if she turns out like that," he added with a snicker. Though, he did hope she'd have no reason to have his darker humor, or use humor as an armour like he sometimes did.

Sage just hummed softly in agreement, kissing her back and then wrapping his arm around her when she leaned in. "I'm certainly not upset by it either," he noted lightly, watching Liz wander around the cabin, playing with imaginary....well, whatever she was imagining, he supposed.

Sage gave a dramatic gasp when Liz pointed the stick at him, moving to grab another one from the firewood pile. "No, my kingdom is mine alone," he noted in what he imagined a evil old king would sound like. "You cannot defeat me," he added, sort of half-heartedly whacking at Liz's stuck until he let her hit him with it and he fell over dramatically. "Oh no, I've been bested," he groaned, though grinning widely.

Sage was content to just lay on the floor, arms and legs sprawled among the furniture and such. The fire was a warm blaze by then, so it wasn't cold or anything. He just laughed as he watched Liz declare victory, nodding along. "Since you're victorious, I'll give you my queen," he declared dramatically, pointing towards Elara. "You can take her as a hostage," he added with a grin and a wink thrown in Elaras direction as Liz ran towards her.