Very well. I am a man of my word. I understand that I am offering myself as a sell-sword, yet let it be known that I won't do anything... too immoral. [his tone becomes breathy as he sets his terms. He's comfortable rejecting anything ridiculous, but he really, really wants what he wants right now.]

For my piece, I fear my extremities may blacken with the cold. I'm not exactly well-dressed for the cold. Bring me something woolen or something hot to imbibe that I may recoup strength stolen by the cold.

[He eyes the other man with envy. He momentarily fantasizes the other man pressed against his body to warm him. He gives his head a single shake, knocking the thought loose.]

Can you do this for me?