Amberdrake blinks at him, and then hazards to unwrap the blanket partially from himself and drape his arm over Sanzo's shoulders, half of the warm blanket in tow. It's the most daring thing he's done here besides sit on Sanzo's lap the other day.

"You know I wouldn't do any of those things, of course," Drake says, "would you like me to just not compliment your appearance for a while? I don't mind."