"What? I would love a piece of meat," Noctis slurred out though he had no energy to grin because it was clear he hadn't been talking about a piece of meat. He was focused on trying to warm up and when Russell moved closer Noctis couldn't help but lean into the warmth of the werewolf who was already a several degrees warmer than the weredragon.
Giving Carrick an ever slightly smug look Noctis turned and pressed his cold face against Russell's neck. He even let out a soft noise knowing both the vampire and werewolf would hear it.