Liliya giggles, pressing herself against him for warmth. Anya smirks and follows, but climbs over the back of the sofa, laying down beside Leon.
Anya ends up hiding her head in his shoulder "you done this on purpose," she teases. Liliya giggles, pressing into him more slightly.
Anya props herself up slightly "I know you did because it was a stereotypical move men pull to get women practically sat in their lap from fright."
Anya rolls her eyes, kissing his lips briefly before laying back down. "I'm sorry but I'm cold, and that was nice," Liliya comments shutting her eyes.