Felih's ears suddenly perk up when Lotor kisses the top of his head- surprised, but pleasantly so. He hadn't guessed the other to be so affectionate, but the gesture had him immediately burrowing closer against him, a deep purr kicking up in his chest despite the fact that the cold still has him shivering in his lap.

"I just hate the cold," he murmurs quietly. "It brings back bad memories." His ears are low once more, drooping against the sides of his head as he tries to bury his face into Lotor's chest and shoulder, nuzzling along aimlessly just trying to find the comfiest (and warmest) place to rest his head.

"Pass the time- in a place like this?" Felih whines, suddenly looking up, nearly pouting. "In case you've not noticed, this den hardly has anything of use, let alone entertainment... We've just got each other here- so I would not object to hearing your voice," he says, finally laughing a little as he cuddles close. "Mayhaps a truth game? 'Tis something the kits in my tribe would play when the storms were harsh and we were stuck waiting it out inside the dens."

"You ask two questions- the other must answer one question of the two, or they lose, and owe the winner a favor of their choosing. We used to use our favors on silly things- candies, or trading chores or work. Do your people have such a game?"