Alexei smiled at her concern, shaking his head when she offered his jacket back to him. Sitting up, he angled her so that she was leaning against him.<br/><br/>"Do not fret, Ingrid, I am not cold, I promise," he replied before reaching down and gripping the bottom of the sopping shirt. Slowly, he pulled it over the top of his head and tossed away. "For some reason, I seem to kick off a lot of heat," he explain. Liz actually called him a furnace, frequently trying to snuggle into his side during the long russian winters. "There," he nodded, suspecting she would at least be happier if he removed the sopping garment. Slowly, he drew his jacket off her shoulders, knowing it had done it's job by protecting her from the rain. Laying back, he drew her tightly against his chest and covered them both with the jacket, allowing his body heat to warm her.<br/><br/>