Jude could point out that he's already had some, once he'd gotten the room put together--but if Bodhi wants to share, he can have a little more. Whatever keeps it from going to waste. He doesn't know enough about cows to know if milk will be scarce as it gets cold. If nothing else, it'll be something to stretch thinner keeping everyone fed. "Sure."

Retreating a bit into his hair, he looks at the fire. It won't need tending for awhile. Honestly, there's little else to do but stay in Bodhi's orbit, unless he decides to head back into the cold.

All Jude would know to do in that instance is go with him, cold or not, exhausted or otherwise. "Can I," he starts, but he runs out of words, stuck on how to explain what he wants. "Just, let me--" He keeps his movements slow, shifting at Bodhi's side, showing him the hand he's moving toward him as he does it. He just wants to tuck their arms together, his hand there if Bodhi wants to keep holding it, his side there if Bodhi wants to lean in. It's as much as he's initiated since he plucked the ash from Bodhi's hair. His hand fits to the shape of Bodhi's arm in his sweater, and turns on it to slip under; he stops there, looking at Bodhi for permission.