Aleksei sighs after getting the first snowball in the face. He is getting nervous, a wet face in this cold cannot be good for any man's health. He removes the remaining snow, seeying the local fool falling in front of him. Aleksei is concerned something may have happend to the character, only to get smacked in the face by a second snowball. He slowly moves his hand over his face out of anger, removing any snow once more. He throws the snow away by moving his arm away as fast as possible, leaving an irritated face behind. He grabs the hilt of the sword, removes it from it's sheath, lets the sword turn gracefully in his hand and plants the blade in the snow just beside his attackers face whom now at his turn was less interested in throwing snowballs at Aleksei. Aleksei kneels down and looks into the characters eyes. Say, you dont happen to know where I might find a cottage or cage for all I care where I may hide for the cold? You see, I dont like to be sick. I have commanded fleets, killed thousands of Cultists, traitors and escaped exploding planets so the last thing I want right now is to get sick He stands up again and removes the sword from the snow and puts it safely away in it's sheath again. Then he offers his hand to the character to pull him up... A helping hand, you may say.