[Henry has to laugh once he's licked, but he doesn't protest it, even if he knows that the warmth will quickly turn to cold once the chilly air hits the saliva on his face.]

But you know what? You're amazing! That you'd stop for little old me instead of letting me face my fate alone...

[Henry goes back to dropping his cheek against her fur, and he pulls his hands out from under her to stroke her fur. His hands aren't warm, but they're not frozen cold and clearly not giving him trouble enough to keep him from petting her.]

I guess it helps that we can make a difference for others, huh?

[Said in a softer voice compared to his usual unchecked volume as he reminisces over the times where what fate was altered by the intervention of someone's care. It's all difficult for him to understand on a sympathetic level, but he's seen it among the Shepherds. Her kindness, even if simple in motivation, reminds the dark mage that he could be useful in return. ...Henry imagines trying to help somebody else the way the wolf in front of him helped him, and he snickers.]

But I don't know if I'd be as much help as YOU are in the snow. I could try lying on a cold person, but I'm not very warm! Or fluffy. [A beat.] Do you need any help from me?