He looked away from the snapping fingers, seeming embarrassed. "Sorry." He wanted to explain away his inattention but what excuse did he have? Michael didn't like lying and wasn't about to give his truth yet.<br/><br/>Looking at her properly, he noticed her cheeks and acknowledged for the first time the cold against his own, and his hands; they clenched.<br/><br/>Michael spoke again; calm if not still with an air of being in his head. "It's colder than I realized." He regretted saying that as soon as he did. "I mean, the temperature changed a lot from this afternoon. More than the regular evening dip..." Mentally he sighed, rolling his eyes skywards when Florence's were no longer on him.<br/><br/>"Were you asking me something?" Michael asked more to get Florence talking again so he wouldn't dig himself any deeper; a touch of his self-annoyance coming out in his tone.