Good girl, Jean thinks, and that thought is so incredibly warm. They pull back away from Ryja and just admire her, not sparing a glance for anyone who might have wandered by via freak coincidence. Their breath steams in the chill air.

...

"....On your knees," Jean orders. "Present to me. I'm keeping you as long as I can, I've been so lonely without my partners and you're...very fun. You'll warm my bed, and we'll talk the days away. Agreed?"