“ – you’re kidding. what are you, a furnace?” eyebrows knit. she’d laugh if he didn’t sound so serious. and it’s not that she minds, but SHE feels like she needs a blanket already. “i thought hell was supposed to be HOT ….”

      _{“i just like temperatures close to freezing.” or below it rather – he’d actually enjoy being where it was far below zero that it seemed impossible to get warm. “hell might be hot, but earth isn’t, liv. if all else fails? i’ll find a glacier to sleep on tonight.”}