There's a slight grumble out of the token human when her wolf decides to move. Though she's also kind of ignoring those words too. It's the moving that drives her crazy, she doesn't want him moving.

However, when he returns with the blanket and leans back against the armrest, she chuckles. "You realize that we don't need the blanket, right?" It doesn't stop her from moving over and curling up against him, pressed close to him and practically in his lap now. That hand back under his shirt.

Sorry, Scott, you're not getting away from those cold hands.