Experiencing another's hospitality was not something Inyavin was accustomed to. As much as he loved hosting himself, actually being hosted left him at much of a staggering loss. The Ice Man felt like he was practically 'sweating' in the warm large where all those bodies were nestled, sleeping and snoring, all cuddled and curled up with each other like how Shiran did as a pup.
He snorted a little, moving to sit down, not quite too close to the hearthfire. "That is a good idea. It's...a little warm in here, isn't it? Oh, but never mind," he shrugged and curled in on himself, to insulate himself from the heat and keep his coldness to himself.
"What sort of stories have you told so far? Any that you'd want to share? I mean, coming this far north, you have to have come across some pretty interesting ones so far. Even before finding me," he murmured, looking up at her, grinning.