Felih gives a mock pout. "Oh, truly a shame. Life is meant for making mischief and enjoying yourself," he says, breaking into a soft laugh at the end, although he's still very stubbornly cuddling up to Lotor in an attempt to fight the chill from the blizzard outside. He only has a few blankets and cushions, but mayhaps they would help... He pulls them from hammerspace, and stubbornly tries to drape them both in them, trying to make a nest or cocoon of them.

"Twelve," Felih says in response to Lotor's embarrassing story, unable to help a small, sharp exhale through his nose before laughing outright. "You've told me of your troubles dealing with the empire... but somehow, imagining you trying to assert control over the wrong planet... I could not fathom how to make such a mistake. No wonder you were embarrassed," he laughs, cuddling closer.

"Alright. Your turn- unless you wished to answer the other question as well?" he chirps, tail wiggling playfully for a moment before the cold makes him immediately wrap it back around them both.