Coby had jumped a little when Mildmay's snowball hit, snapped out his wings to shake off some of the snow – as long as he was outside, there wasn't any getting rid of it completely – and the laughed when he turned and saw the two redheads in conference over their snowballs. Nobody in their right mind would entrust Coby with the care or feeding of a kid, but he could totally play along. So he continued on his walk, ignoring any danger of snowy attack from that direction.

Besides, all the more reason to warm up with Jag and fire afterwards, right?

Mildmay nodded. "Yeah. He won't mind." And Mildmay would focus on how he was helping a kid play in the snow, and not teaching ways to throw more dangerous things.