[Aren't you so happy you know what Sebastian is now and thus get more unfiltered weirdness from him.]
[So. It's so cold that even someone like Sebastian is bothered by it, and yet it's somehow not cold enough that all the humans have died of hypothermia yet. ...Not that Sebastian is entirely sure of exactly what temperatures humans can handle (idk human physiology), but he knows they can handle basically nothing at all.]
[Don't tell him this is yet another version of some obnoxious fever? Admittedly it doesn't feel like the other times, but he's hardly an expert on this nonsense. Illnesses, how do they work.]
[Will Chloe force him to bed if he tells her he's cold? What has his life even become, when this is something he needs to take into consideration. He, likewise, considers a moment before deciding on what to answer:]
You are gathering those [the blankets, he means] for others?