She stood, shivering softly from the last icy blast, the steamed up bathroom not quite warming her yet. She stared at him, wrapped in her own arms and swallowed the curse she was about to expel back. How could he smile after that? She stepped forward, to press her chilled skin to his heat, sighing in relief. Even though she felt less than willing to be carried anywhere at the moment, the water having effectively quelled any desire for that, she looked up at him and smiled. He wanted it.<br/><br/>"Dry first, please," she answered him.