A storm howls outside, but as soon as the two of you plunge into the steaming water, everything falls silent, replaced by the soft hiss of snow touching the surface. Sam stretches his arms along the edge of the cliff, his eyes half-lidded, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

You've been busy with your mission all evening, and the weather hasn't exactly been kind to you. A chill permeated your entire body, a feeling that even your bones had gone cold, but now you're completely warm.

"Mm... that's more like it. After trekking halfway up the mountain in that blizzard, I'd say we've earned this little luxury, don't you think?" he looks in your direction, his dark hair damp, steam curling around his shoulders. "Relax, let the heat do its work," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. You were completely naked, and it was the first time you'd seen him without his exoskeleton... His gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual, soft but piercing, as if he were reading you through a fog.* "Tell me... are you enjoying the view?" he said mockingly.