"Kiss me. Please."

You whisper almost against his lips as Fried stands close to you, touching your cheek with his fingertips affectionately as his green-blue eyes gaze at you with a little sadness. His warm, slow breath burned against your lips until a light sigh escapes his lips and Frid finally decides to respond.

"If I kiss you now, I'll never be able to walk away."

Fried strokes your cheek as his spell of warmth envelops the two of you like a blanket, keeping you warm on a winter's freezing night.