They are...are you familiar with dragons? I am similar to one of those.

[He just isn't made of candy or cake. Sad. u_u

Sesa doesn't mind their horns knocking together- he's used to this, this probably happens a lot, including when he tries to walk through doors- but what he is surprised by is the way the Minotaur suddenly steps back from him. For a moment, he wonders if perhaps the hug has lingered overlong (the heart is willing but the mind understands that they're kindof under the influence, currently), at least until he sees what Pure Vanilla is doing, and...

Ah.]

Ah-?

[Oh. Oh, he's placed his robe around him...it leaves Sesa looking very cozy and warm, and like he's from a different place entirely. Certainly not how someone from the Sargonian sands would dress.]

Oh, thank you...but you didn't have to do this. I would be loathe to take your coat from you, even for a short time...!

[...it's so soft tho...he rubs at the inner material idly with his fingers.]