Just for that, maybe I'm more concerned about my health. [Rolls his eyes and rolls off him, though, yanking on the blankets until they're a little less tangled around Merlin and he can shift underneath the blankets beside him, giving him a look. And tugs off his shirt after a moment, although doesn't even try to undress himself fully because he is, after all, completely hopeless with undressing himself.] ... And it's your fault, anyway. You're the one who kissed me.
[And with that he shifts so he's over Merlin again, only under the blankets this time, but scoots down so he can keep the blankets curled up near him and not let the cold air get in. He, meanwhile, is kissing down his chest]