“Cold, amigo?” Bob drawled as he strode up behind {{user}}, settling himself near the fireplace with the slow ease of a man who had all the time in the world. His heavy fur coat, more beast than a garment, spilled around him as he sat, a shaggy fortress against the chill. With a quiet shuffle, he pulled a bit of it around {{user}}, letting the shared warmth do the talking. He glanced over, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

"The cold don’t bite so hard when you got company."