[It's worked well for him so far; nobody wants to get near him, and he doesn't want to get near anyone else. Except for his...exceptions. And, well. Anabel takes up most of Nanu's exceptions.]

[Somewhat surprised by her request, he tilts his head to get a better look at her. He's less surprised that she wants to sleep (though if she can is another matter entirely, her body engulfed in tortuous heat) and more the position she's in. But he's not about to deny her this, especially if it will make her feel even minutely better. Though his reply is staggered by the feeling of Anabel rubbing her cheek on his shoulder, soft and somewhat comforting to him as well.]

Yeah...sure. If you're comfortable like this? [He phrases it as a question, because he doesn't see how she can possibly be comfortable right now.]

--actually, uh, wait a moment?

[clears throat]

Hey, hellions! [he calls toward the hallway, loud enough for the troublesome twofer to hear but not too loud as to bother Anabel. Sableye and Weavile poke their heads in, unsure if this is a friendly call or one that leads to a lecture.] Go get an ice pack from the freezer. I know you two know how to get inside.

[He almost asked Weavile if it could perform an ice move in the room, though the thought only lasts half a second; he'd never control her own pokémon like that. But he'd promised an ice pack, and he's not about to move away from her now that she's settled, and this was the second best option.]