Moe couldn't help but feel a little flattered as Ally praised him, if he could blush he most certainly would be. 
"T-Thank you." He said softly, no one really ever complimented him, being the god of winter mostly all he got was complaints and hate. Before he could think too much about it he let out a noise of stunned disbelief as Ally messed with his hair, "don't touch my hair." He said, he was overly protective of his hair, it was his favorite feature of himself, then Ally asked what his real age was and he sighed. 
"Physically, 20. And...really I'd rather not tell you my real age, it's rather embarrassing."