[Instinctively, Regis raises his arm to block the snowball and it breaks apart harmlessly, scattering bits of white against the darkness of his cape. The look he gives Nyx when his arm drops very clearly says 'did you really just throw a snowball at me?' for several seconds before Regis dissolves into helpless laughter, leaving him leaning hard on his cane in order to stay upright.]

A bit crudely put, but true nonetheless.

[He slowly makes his way to the side of the path Nyx has collapsed onto and then lowers himself to sit next to the Glaive. It's going to be hell getting back up, but for the moment it feels good to be off his feet. As he settles, he 'accidentally' flips some snow in Nyx's direction.]

It's seems we've come to an impasse. I wonder how we should resolve it.

[Despite how tired he is, there is mischief in the gaze he turns Nyx's direction.]

We are both far too stubborn just to give in.