Ariadne glanced at him over her shoulder, adjusting her blanket. "Ah. So you're special, then?" She mocked, scooching back in a quite un-princesslike manner so she could be as far from the fire as him. She offered her blanket to him again, as she had the first night, tilting her head at him. "If I invite you to share my blanket again, will you reject me like last time?" She joked, curling into herself slightly.

"I spent time with the Mother." He said nonchalantly, his hands clasped. He was referring to what they called their 'preistess' or their royalty, they are better known for their connection to the gods. He moved his head specifically to watch her unceremoniously inch toward him. "I suppose not. Do not touch me with your cold feet." He teased and brought the blanket over his lap.

Ariadne tilted her head at his mention of what seemed to be a god. She offered him a smile, trying to be polite since she didn't quite know how his religion or government was centered. "The Mother? I hate to seem ignorant, but I don't quite know who that is." She commented politely, grinning afterward at his tease. "Cold feet are off-limits, but what about cold hands?" She joked, brushing her slightly icy fingers over the back of his neck in a tease.

"She is kind of like a queen. But she rules by Uewo (yewo), she speaks for her." He explained gently. "My brother and I used to run errands of sorts for her." He knew as little about her culture as she did his, he couldn't blame her.

He was about to reply when she poked his neck with her ice cicles and tensed up, as one does, his head came back and hit the shelf with a smlal thud. He let his head hang, giggling shamefully which quickly turned into outright laugher.

Ariadne tilted her head at his explanation, listening intently as he described his deity. She nodded lightly, storing the information in her brain to look over later. "It sounds like a fulfilling job." She said simply.

She giggled at him in an unabashed way for his reaction, reaching up to smooth her fingers over his hair, just barely keeping her laughing contained. "You alright?" She managed, falling into snickers after and dropping her hand.

He nodded, it had been, after all he learned some cool secrets and tricks.

He continued giggling even after she asked. "No more cold hands." He brushed a hand over the back of his head, it didn't hurt, he was just checking. He reached up and moved his hair around, curling the damp strands to keep them more out of the way.

"Awh. How in the world will I provoke you now? That eliminates all my extremities." Ariadne pouted mockingly, watching him curl his hair happily. "Or, I could always use my nose." She added, her tone mocking a sinister one. She shifted under the blanket to curl further into herself, still feeling rather shivery.

He glared at her, however that expression changed to shock at her new suggestion. He grinned and pushed her away, hand on her shoulder, narrowing his eyes. She was still cold. "Get closer to the fire, come on. I will drag you." He threatened, rolling over and standing up.

Ariadne offered him a somewhat cheeky grin at his reaction, leaning teasingly against his hand as he pushed her away. She scoffed at his words and rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "And a worry wart, too, little fox? I never would have guessed." She mocked, again doing her scooch across the floor without a shred of dignity. "I would like to see you drag me. Or, try." She snickered, settling closer to the fire and holding the blanket open for him expectantly. "You're very concerned for the person who's currently blackmailing you. Should I be worried?" She joked, leaning toward the fire slightly.

He glared over at her as he sat nearer to the fire, watching her shameless scooching to get closer. His arms crossed. "Really? Do not be so sure." A smile crossed his face, framed by the shadow the fire made. He took the blanket even though he wouldn't need it here soon.

"Have you considered I am sucking up?" He cocked an eyebrow, turning to stare into the fire. Leaning forward on his knees, sitting in an open fetal position.