"What man of god breeding wouldn't gird his weaknesses? As for my arms, well. If it were warmer, perhaps."
Xellos has just resumed his gentle rocking, and that alone mellows Cesare's mood again, somewhat. "Machinations?" He laughs. "You seem keen on starting some. But I'd say, a warm one. When you're not continually busy keeping warm, or being hunched and huddled into yourself, you have lots of energy to spare."