The kiss felt nice, the Medicine Seller arching up into it with a soft, pleased sigh, his cheek pressed into the crown of Arthur's head as he bears his throat for him.

"Though they are strong and fierce," he said, sliding around one pale hand to pluck at the top buttons of his longjohns. They looked ever so toasty and he wouldn't mind slipping his hands in to warm them.

"They are also intelligent and protective of what they love."