@praefervidus
"You know, it never snowed where I'm from!" He has said this many times now, just as he repeats that he never thought anywhere would be colder than Salem ( except, he would admit, after a pause, maybe the North Pole. ) but the snow! Gods and devils, there was so much snow! It's so cold -- colder than he is!
But, as he tired himself out, it is decided that snow isn't all it's cracked up to be. Incubi are plenty chilly enough, after all, and need no help with that. Besides, the novelty of lobbing snowballs at Meerin wears off once the retaliation begins.
So instead Sterling has staked his claim on the hot tub, reminded of how lovely being warm could feel -- and how much lovelier it might be if only Meerin would join him.
"Do you think that's changed now? Two hundred years is a long time, and there's that -- what's it called? Climate change? Greenhouse effect, I think. I read that the polar ice caps are melting." Sterling rests his elbows on the edge of the hot tub, eyes following the man in the room beyond. "Is that where polar bears live? Polar ice caps? I don't imagine they're very happy about what's happening, then. Polar bears like the cold." This is all rather beyond Sterling, whose experience in the modern world often extends no farther than books, or that horribly confusing internet thing that Meerin tried to show him -- however, he does enjoy googling, as it feeds his insatiable curiosity, and his is very keen to parrot his findings to any who will listen to him.
He licks his lips. "Are you cold, Master? Because if you are, then there's room enough for two in here -- or even three, if you want to invite that waiter you seem to like." He doesn't mean for this to be hurtful. Not to Meerin, anyway. Mostly he just hurts himself with these implications. Perhaps he will hurt the waiter too, if it comes to that.
