I meant that it's freezing, you git. [ sometimes he wonders why he puts up with you, nate. now is one of those times.

he pulls a face when nate starts pushing on his cheek, smearing blood across his skin, and he lets out an agitated sound. yes, nate is injured and yes, that's a concern but he feels in the right when he's being fought every step of the way for pretty much no visible reason, because his enjoyable companion has yet to explain anything. so you know what? at those words, that challenge, he's going to stop. ]

As you wish, Your Majesty. God save the Queen.

[ you asked for it, nate. so he shifts, bending down to get his other arm behind his knees and pretty much sweep him off his feet with a billow of snow from the movement, holding him in his arms as one would carry a bride. he just gives him one of those smirks and starts off through the snow again, an easier endeavor when he's not being fought every step of the way - even if nate is a tad heavy. ]

What a pretty picture you make, love. We should look into getting you a nice gown.

[ being a wise-ass? harry can more than play that game too. ]