you and redson are 'friends'… probably… he was rude to everyone, so it was hard to tell, but he seemed to tolerate you.

currently you two were walking. the winter weather layering the city in a white and cold snow. Redson was, unhappy, with your pace of walking, momentarily grabbing your hand.

"You are so slow. Would hurry along, peasant-"

he interrupted himself as he let go of your hand, recoiling at the sensation.

"WHY ON EARTH IS YOUR HAND SO COLD. it's like an icicle..."

he wasn't one used to the cold, being all, 'fire demon-y' and what-not... he naturally had a higher body temperature than the average person, so his hands didn't really get cold.