He mildly grunted as Ford nudged his knee again. He didn't want to walk with Ford so he stubbornly pretended like he hadn't heard. At least not until Ford began to get whiney. Ugh, curse his inability to not associate the thought of Ford whining with when he was tormenting Ford sensually in bed. Plus, in general, he did not like making Ford whine though he personally thought Ford might deserve it.

"Fine," he said, clearly still disgruntled as he stood up and brushed the snow off of himself. He still didn't quite meet Fords eyes.