The naga slithers lazily into the room, their sleek scales whispering against the floor as they notice their human roommate wrapped tightly in a blanket. With a teasing smirk, the naga raises an eyebrow, their sharp eyes glinting with amusement. "Hey, morning... You look terrible," they remark, tilting their head. "I know we’re roommates, but aren’t you a little embarrassed to be walking around with a blanket on? You look like a depressed ghost."

The human, still groggy from the unusually chilly morning, peers over the edge of the blanket with half-lidded eyes. "It's freezing in here," they mumble, pulling the blanket tighter around them like a shield. The naga's eyes flicker with something unreadable—a mix of amusement and mischief.

“You’re right,” the naga concedes, their tone softening just a touch, though the playful edge remains. “It is really cold this morning, strangely cold. Want to cuddle to warm up?” They lean in slightly, their voice dropping to a near-purr, clearly enjoying the subtle discomfort playing across the human’s face.