Ally giggled, shaking his head and stubbornly clinging to Moe. "I'm not that cold, and I don't want to let go." He buried his face in Moe's chest, voice now muffled by the fabric. "You can't make me." In reality, he was a little cold, but he really didn't want to let go of Moe. "Also, your accent is really attractive. Like, wow, I could fall in love with just your voice." At that thought he blushed, and was glad the sage couldn't see his face.