"Might be more festive with a concussion."

He knows how he is. Isn't going to pretend that he's not.

After a moment he gently grasps the hand offered him, standing, winching inwardly as he takes a moment to brush off some of the snow with his free hand. He spots the Jack Frost again, and it's closer this time. Damn thing's staring at them. He stares back.

"What about your outfit?" Did she need to change? Hell if he knew if any amount of sun would help with that. Maybe it would, or maybe she'd just be walking around cold.