"Apple juice doesn't reduce temperature."

Lancelot opens his eyes again slowly, studying the vague shadowy shape of Faolan before smiling a little as he closes them once more.

"Cold hands might, though."

Faolan's hand feels cold, anyway, although he supposes that may be the difference in temperature alone -- that it may simply be he's so much warmer that Faolan feels cold in comparison. It doesn't matter, it's nice regardless.