A startled little noise escapes his lips as he struggles to get the blanket off his head and rubs at his eye pathetically where it hit him. Frank pouts at her a second but then settles in at her side, nudging one leg under hers so they can fit better at the half of the couch Rocky has graciously allowed them to sit on.

"Rude," he protests belatedly and with absolutely no heat whatsoever. Instead, he retaliates by securing the blanket around his shoulder and snagging her around the waist with his other arm so it can insulate them with their own body heat. His cold nose presses just under her throat as he lays his head practically over her heart to stay. Good luck prying him loose any time soon.