I realize this is the second time I've done something like this, but...I like the idea of it, so we're going with it.
Arthur would fight regardless of weather or temperature if he was required to, and he rarely complained about it.
But when the temperature was near freezing, metal armor got cold. Still, all he grumbled softly was "bloody cold," and only with Merlin.
Before the prince could protest, his companion had stripped off his jacket and thrown it to him. He rubbed the material between his thumb and forefinger before handing it back.
Before their next outing, Merlin found a new jacket waiting for him. When he tried to thank Gaius for it, the physician insisted he hadn't seen it before.
