"Oof." Cesare wheezes as Alex lands on him. He looks down at the huddled bundle and raises one eyebrow. "Of course it's freezing. I opened the windows."

Reluctantly raising a hand to Alex's hair, he just sits there, watching their breath curl in the air. Now that he's Alex on his lap, what does he do with him? The question bears asking.

"Don't give me that Pass the Courvoisier look," he grumbles. "Or can't you bite the pillow without having a drink first? Liquid courage?"