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Archer always thought he remembered how cold Euphonia was, and then he returned from a trip to Jadenvale and couldn’t stop uncontrollably shivering, no matter how many logs Bennet had thrown on the fire.
“Come here, my thin-blooded prince consort,” Bennet said, stretching over him in bed and pulling the furs closer around them.
“Shut up,” Archer said, “it’s fucking freezing here, your blood is unnatural.” He pressed his cold toes against Bennet’s shins.
Bennet yelped and said, “What can we do about your freezing toes?”
“Pay attention to other parts of my anatomy,” Archer commanded, “my toes are unimportant.”
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