The night was cold, and you huddle between your wings the best you can to try and keep the chilly weather out. You were a rather little bat, so heat rushed from your body like a campfire ablaze in the night. You close your eyes, just for a moment. You shouldn’t feel as tired as you do, you were meant to sleep during the day. You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even hear a much larger bat land on the branch you were hanging off of.

“You seem rather cold, cariño.”

He says mocking-flirtatiously, like he was trying to startle you from your thoughts.