"Master," called Hugue's voice from somewhere behind the chair, not that the Professor paid much attention. He mumbled something resembling a response and concentrated back on his book, absentmindedly reaching for his pipe which was on the edge of a nearby coffee table. Hugue studied the man's outline against the little light the fireplace was giving off then stepped closer and placed a tray with a teapot and two tea cups on the table. Sometimes it was just useless to try to catch William's attention, but he had to try.

He poured a cup of tea and looked at the older man again. "Master," he said, sure of the fact that the Professor did hear him. "Tea," he stated. "It'll get cold."

"Oh good, that's great, I'll just..." William muttered, book in one hand and his pipe in the other, but he then stopped as he turned to look at Hugue. "What on earth are you wearing, boy?"

Hugue gave the older man a questioning look. "A shirt," he replied after something like twenty seconds passed. It was an odd question, as Hugue thought he wasn't wearing anything out of ordinary.

"No, for heavens' sake," the Professor continued and placed his book away. "You're only wearing one shirt and those pants and, do you even have shoes on? This is Albion, you silly boy! It's winter and you'll get sick if you wander around like that!" He pointed at himself, sitting there in front of the fireplace in a dressing gown and at least two blankets. "You need to get something warmer on, and- Ah forget about that, just come here."

The questioning look was still there, but the swordsman complied and moved closer. He stopped in front of the older man, hesitating. "...Where?" He then asked.

William sighed and held up the blankets. "In here? Just looking at you makes me feel cold you do realize. Come on now, need to get to warmed up and..." He ranted on as he leaned forward and grabbed the blond by the wrist, drawing Hugue to his lap. The blond didn't resist; rather, he snuggled into a comfortable position and pressed his head against the chair's padded back rest, next to William's head.

"There much better isn't it, Hugue," the Professor pointed out. He smiled as he wrapped the blankets around them both. "Comfortable and warm! This should..." He went quiet all of a sudden and stared at the younger man, his hand on the swordsman's lap.

The blond smirked. "Yes, Master?"

With what he felt against his hand, and with Hugue smirking like that, William couldn't help but to laugh. "A bit too comfortable all of a sudden, maybe, dear boy?"

Hugue shrugged but didn't answer. He squirmed around a little and leaned in to kiss the older man while undoing the robe the Professor was wearing. It was warm and comfortable in William's lap, indeed - and he had a good idea how to make things even more warm.