Aryabhata. Yes, you have jammed yourself up against me in a way you are not typically wont to do, purring wildly. Am I to assume that you suddenly adore me? Or rather, that it’s a little chilly in the house, and my thigh is warm?
Little heat-slut. 
I can’t really complain when I do the same thing to Kevin all the time. He’s like a furnace, and I, I am perpetually cold.
