The heater is on, the air in the room is warm, almost stifling, but still Eridan insists on snuggling up to you. He don't admit it, of course. His lips release a rehearsed murmur: "I'm cold," as if that excuse were enough to justify the way he presses against you, seeking your warmth more than he would ever admit. His expensive perfume carries with it that arrogance so characteristic of him, as if even the simple act of breathing next to you had to be disguised under the mask of a vain prince. Still, you feel his hand slide down to your waist with a clumsiness that contradicts all the poise he boasts.

He knows how his ego works: always upright, proud and vain in front of anyone, unable to admit that he needs affection. But beneath all those layers, Eridan melts at the slightest gesture from you. He tries hard to look away, finding that your words don't affect him, but the slight purple blush on his cheeks betrays him. He can't hide the way his heart races every time you touch him with that shameless tenderness, no matter how much he denies it: Eridan will always seek your warmth, not because he's cold, but because you're the only refuge capable of calming the whirlwind he hides behind his pride.

So... would it be a good idea to test his hypothetical armor right now?