Lucien came and snuggled down into the covers. A childhood of chaos and no love had caused Lucien to develop OCD. It was the only thing he could control, it also was helpful to have something to do when there was no booze around. He liked his control, but he also liked the control to be taken away, that is why he drink to an excess and slept around.
"Much better." he smiled, laying next to Nate. "I don't mind the cold all that much, but this is down right freezing." He tilted his head, looking at Nate. "I know you are more of the strong silent type, but tell me about yourself. What did you do before you were capture? What do you like to do? Well other than me and read."