ANSGAR'S NUTS!
Surprisingly to Faolán, the first thing he registered wasn't Killian's nakedness, but his cold. His hands were ice, his body was ice, and Faolán let out an undignified squeal when Killian grabbed him and tried to squirm away from him. COLD! He was cold! But Faolán was cold, too, and too lethargic to struggle much, though he whined enough to make up for it.
"A-ah, you're so cold!" he gasped--but a split second later he remembered he was also naked, and heat rose to his cheeks and cut through the ice. His eyes went wide, and he went very still, not daring to move. Oh God. Oh god.
His heart beat fast, thundering in his ears to a deafening degree, and only beat faster when he awkwardly laid his hands on Killian's shoulders and realized their chests were touching. Oh God. Oh Ansgar. Why was it suddenly hard to breathe?
"U-um. Okay," he finally said, scrambling for something, anything to break the silence. "So...this is happenin'..."