She narrows his eyes at him, waiting for him to complain about how she may or may not have acted during the winter, but when he says that, she leans in to nip at his lips with a kiss, like she wants to somehow mildly punish him for being so teasing.

"If we go somewhere warmer, we'll still have this, but not our nice little home," which is disappointing because she's grown to like it here. "But I don't want to be cold anymore, I want my blood to boil and sing."