"And you're being way less annoying than before, plus you're kind of pathetic right now." Well it was true, also Joss was neither drunk nor hungover. That helped with most people's moods.
He didn't even try not to roll his eyes as Calen fell over trying to take his boots off. Despite his display of annoyance, Joss was actually pretty concerned. The mage was clearly not doing well, something was wrong with him and a warm bed and hot soup probably wasn't going to cut it for a cure.
Joss sighed and knelt in front of the bed, gently pulling Calen's boots off and lifting his legs into the bed. It felt weird to be putting someone to bed as the demon hunter pulled the blankets over the other man's shivering form and tucked him in.
"You're going to feel warmer soon, Frosty. I promise." It was a hell of a thing to say, making a promise like that. Joss was supposed to leave as soon as he got Calen into bed, but he wasn't sure the mage wouldn't freeze to death if left alone.
What a mess.
Joss stepped back and cupped his hands together, drawing on the demon magic still left within him to create a small spark of flame. When he opened his hands the fire danced to life, growing and splitting as tiny flickering balls began floating around the room. Waves of heat radiated off them, but they would not burn anything as they warmed the air around them.