Russell looked at his slave with a raised eyebrow. Noctis wasn't normally affectionate and Russ was certain it was an act for Carrick's benefit. The were dragon did like to push his limits. "Thank you for your hospitality." In answer to the question about what snow smelled like, he offered another shrug. "It's not unusual to smell snow in the winter," he poured himself some tea and took a piece of the fruit loaf before Noctis could scarf it all. Between the tea and the fire he was starting to warm nicely. Well, and the thought of wandering around in Carrick's bathrobe. Things in his lower extremities were also starting to warm and show a little life. "But in August it's very unusual even at this elevation."