I resent that!

[He flinches a little when he feels Hux's cold feet up against his own warm ones. One of these days, he was going to have to get Hux some thick, woolly socks on a supply run for him to wear in bed. He growled a little as he attempted to pry the blankets out of his grasp. Stubborn ginger, he was constantly trying to wrap himself up in more than his fair share. Some things never did change.]

I will have you know that I am a catch. Anyone would be lucky to have me.