Dante smiled a little as Annalise pressed herself against him. It helped his fiction slightly, to think of himself as a Dante. Drawing Anna just a little closer, he replied easily, "Oh, you have nothing to be sorry for, young miss." He couldn't help but take another deep breath, drawing in that delectable scent once again. When he does, though, the deepening shadows flicker a little, almost becoming lighter for just a second before drawing in again.<br/><br/>Frowning slightly, he shakes his head just slightly to clear his thoughts. What was that all about? In response to Anna's shivering, he replies, "I suppose they can be. If you live here long, well.. it's something you become used to." As he steps around another tree in their path, all of a sudden there's the beginning of a path. "See? We're almost there." Despite the path, the deepening gloom and the arch of trees above the path look very ominous, belying the bare hint of a glimpse of a building in the distance, at the end of the long, straight passage.