Roosevelt might also just clap Shrank on the back and say he gave it the old college try, but the world may never know.

He's feeling particularly calm tonight, not bombastic or itching to go out and accomplish things.
"Colder than a witch's tit," Teddy pronounces, and he's fairly certain he's right, even if he doesn't remember actually having been outside. It must be, if the place is so cold even with a roaring fire going. "No, I suspect all the game's bedded down for warmth, animals are sensible that way."

Speaking of which, Teddy's quite comfortable here. He clears his throat. "I must say, though, do tell me if I've overstepped my bounds." because cuddling with Teddy Roosevelt, nothing weird about that right?