"Jamie, come now, you're tugging the blanket off of me."
The Doctor's words were returned with a sharp tug on the comforter that was halfway off him, resulting in him being left in the cold.
"Jamie!"
"Sorry, Doctor, I'm just a wee bit cold here."
"Well, perhaps if you'd allow me to have a bit of the blanket, I could keep you warm."
"Yer colder than me."
The Doctor rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, tugging on the blanket until he could shift himself underneath it, squirmed up behind Jamie, and wrapped an arm about him. There was a huff from the Scot's mouth.
"Yer still colder than me."
"But comfortable?"
"...Aye."
