"Why don't you listen to me..?" Bastian murmured softly, which was followed by a sigh. His breath was visible in the snowy nights' crisp air. He didn't hesitate a bit before pulling off his scarf, gently wrapping it around your neck

"You're far more prone to illness than I am, so please don't bother whining about how I need my scarf more than you do." He said. Truthfully, he enjoyed the cold. The way it nipped at his now vulnerable neck sent a pleasurable chill over him. What an odd boy..