"And, so... that's why he's so protective," Rumpelteazer finished off, glancing outside as to see if she had talked long enough for the storm to have dissipated. Their fur had been slowly drying off, though it still remained damp. Neither of them bothered to try to make the hole any bigger; the smaller it was, the better they would be insulated. And the closer Admetus could have Rumpelteazer to him. That was his favorite reason to not expand the hole. With each passing second, he was feeling more and more comfortable with himself around her. He didn't feel so much like he was going to slip up and stammer, say something stupid or... confess some sentiments... They were starting to feel like old friends now. To him at the very least. It was just like talking with Mungojerrie. A female Mungojerrie. An attractive, female Mungojerrie with the most gorgeous smile and kindest heart, prettiest laugh... Maybe he should just keep thinking of Mungojerrie. Mungojerrie who would kill him, despite their friendship, if he saw how close he had his sister to his body. Yeah, that was a bit better.

"So," Admetus started out, wanting to make sure that he had understood everything. "He's protective-"

"Over protective," Rumpel interjected.

"He's over protective of you because your family tradition states that a queen's caretaker is to choose her mate," Admetus said, trying to piece it together in his mind. "He's your caretaker and wants to make sure that it's a good tom who mates you and not someone who's going to love you and leave you."

"Especially since I'm forbidden to participate in mating until I get a mate," Rumpel added in. "We're supposed to be monogamous."

"Th... Tha... That sounds reasonable," he managed at last, his face red with embarrassment. Talking about a sexual relationship with only the two of them there... He looked back at her, hearing her giggle, guessing by the sound of it that she was probably just as embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... I... I probably said too much," she apologized, looking up at him. "It's... You're really easy to talk to. It just all kind of came out..."

"It's okay... you're easy to listen to," he said, looking back down at her with a smile. It took everything in him to not melt when she smiled back at him.

"Try telling that to Jerrie - he complains if I talk too much. Which I don't," she threw in for good measure.

"How could he complain about you talking too much?" How could anyone complain about listening to that sweet, song of a voice?

"Well, first he'll huff and roll his eyes," she started.

"That's not--" he interjected before she cut him off with a bit of a mischievous smile.

"I know it's not what you meant." He smiled back at her; laughing quietly to himself. She returned the smile, gently resting her head on his arm. He placed his paw on her back, starting to rub her back. Lightly; his paw just skimming her fur; enough to be felt. He looked down at her, following her gaze outside. It looked like it was starting to let up. He could almost see light from the lampposts shining through the snow. He almost wished that it would keep snowing. He didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to leave this... He wanted to stay curled up with her in his arm; far away from everyone else. Just the two of them. Him... and her. His Snow Angel.

"What did you mean then?"

"Huh," he asked unintelligently.

"What did you mean, she repeated, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. "About... 'how he could complain about me talking too much'?"

"You're... you're just usually so ... quiet," he said; giving himself a mental slap for being so pathetic.

"Oh," she said quietly. He nodded silently. She seemed... disappointed about that answer. Maybe she was hoping for more. Maybe she wasn't and he was just hallucinating... They were the only ones around... why not... Why not take a chance? For once?

"And," he started slowly. She turned back to face him, her bright green eyes locking on him. They were gorgeous... It was all he could do to not loose himself in them. "And you have a... beautiful voice... For singing. For speaking... I don't see how anyone could complain about it."

A blush appeared on her cheeks and a bashful smile played across her lips. She looked beautiful.. "Really?"

"Yeah, really..." he said, lifting his paw to her cheek; brushing away some of the flakes of snow that floating in. Her eyes flicked from his paw back to him. It felt like they stayed like that for ages. A glorious lifetime. And it was soon going to be over. The snow had let up a considerable amount... They could probably leave but... But he did take a chance. And it seemed to have paid off. She smiled. At him... Why not try take one more? He kept his paw on her cheek, leaning in swiftly, and placing a kiss on her lips.