As a serpent hybrid, Snake's ectothermic nature is the cause of his chilled fingertips, how he's cold even in summer. But it's the bitter British winters that get to him the most.

You're unsurprised when you find him huddled under a blanket with his snake companions. Even with the warmth from the hearth, he's shivering, the firelight making the patches of scales on his cheeks glimmer.

"We're cold!" Wilde's voice yelps through Snake before his own voice follows, soft and smooth. "Says Wilde..."