After a long (but too short) moment he stops, pulling his hand away, and holding it to his chest contemplatively.

"Bit cold, isn't it?"

He's already disliking this, because Random always was a warmth person, and he'd much rather press his hand to Ramon's side until the skin begins to heat.

"Leave you decorated with ice, of course, but I don't know... hmm. What else shall I try on you? Any other things you'd imagined?"