“It is not the same at all.” She took the socks and tapped him on the head with them. “And what is the point of snuggling with you if I can’t use you to warm my poor toes?”
“My lady, I must conclude that your socks are too tight. Scoot over.” Percival stood up off the floor and sat down on the bed. “Oh, I’m sure you could think of a few.” He leaned into her, tackling her into the bed. “I’m sleepy, Ice-Toes.” He burrowed them both into the covers, tucking the blanket snugly around Summer’s feet before kissing her nose. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
Summer tangled herself around Percival with a hum of deep contentment. “You sure you want to sleep now, Peredur?” she purred, kissing at his throat.