And he watches her retrieve her coat, and it's not until he realizes that he might be staring that he jogs toward her, swinging by to pick up her gloves on the way. He shoves them sloppily into a crevice of his tunic. He arranges himself appropriately, innocently reaching for her hand.

"If kissing kept you warm," he says, as if there's an 'of course' following the words, "I may challenge you in my anti-hypothermia ability." With the last words, he looks a little smug. He leads her away back toward the trolly, looking a little giddily pleased with himself. He's smiling like a big dope, and he can't seem to stop smiling like a big dope.