He always noticed your frequent low body temperatures, and he was practically amused half the time. However, his skin was quite warm, similar to that of a furnace.

Which was why he was always present with warming you up.

Speaking of which, he advanced through your home, finding you, Rimbaud, curled up. Countless blankets swarped around you, as you shivered uncontrollably.

He approached, kneeling down, as he pulled you in his embrace, adjusting the blankets. "Mon chérie.."