"I am the child of a species acclimated to sub-freezing temperatures," he says, with both effort and restraint. His Jotun heritage is hard to accept, even now, although he's made progress in the last few years.

"When I complain about the cold, I'm lying."

He smiles at the boasting, but it's a gentler smile than he's had so far. He's liking the sound of this, and the glimpse of softness may be fleeting, but it's at least as honest as his earlier posturing.

"Frost flowers?" He asks quietly. "I've always liked the more delicate examples of cold weather phenomena."

Because he's weak and undersized for a Frost Giant, perhaps. Or because he likes treading narrow lines.

"In any case, I'll make sure my roommates have good coats." It'll be an opportunity to get something nice for Harley. Even if she probably already has her own winter clothes.