The dusky skinned man pin the bench nodded and shifted over a little as a tacit invitation for the tough girl in leather to join him on the bench. "Please, do," he says in a warm, rich tone that bore a hint of an accent or maybe it hinted at him having had a stronger one ounce that he'd learned to drop. He didn't miss the fact that the chill that accompanied the ending of the day nipped at her from the way she wrapped her jacket about herself.<br/><br/>"A shame that isn't a bit bigger,"   he notes nodding at her cigarette as a playful light shimmered in her eyes. "A bonfire would be nice on a night like this, no?" he observed as the people around then went about the various things they were up to.<br/><br/>He smiled at the blonde with a street hardened face. "I can think of two ways to battle the cold... One pedantic, one pedestrian... Which would you prefer?" he asked in a light, casual way even ads his smile took on a but of a cheeky, challenging cast to it.