Dragoncrest Cliffs How is it not ice.

He’d never been good at differentiating straight up mean banter from friendly. It was something he’d been working on, however, and generally kept a rule that the response concocted first was best left unsaid. It might be the main reason Phobos was still in love with his sorry ass. 

”If only,” is what he settled with. He placed his head upon his forelegs, which stretched out in front of him. His body recoiled as he stifled a cough from deep within his chest. That was..new. 

”Ain’t got nothin’ better to do?”