It was a cold fall day, leaves falling from tress in a variety of colors outside the window you gazed out of. You were at Redson's palace right now, he was standing behind you with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you and the window- though mainly you. You felt yourself shiver slightly at the cold of the day- which Redson was quick to notice.

"Your shivering, your cold aren't you peasant?" He sighed. "How about we cuddle? I am a fire demon after all, I'm warm."