He sighs gratefully and reaches out for the cup with long fingers. "This is not what I expected when I went to pick up some takeout. So. We just appease the winter spirit and the door gets unstuck?"

He looks up at the stranger's eyes and his ears sag a little. Sure the man's amused but he looks like he's been through something here. It might take more than just appeasing the spirit.

"Prometheus. That's a classic. I'm Peter Lussmore." He gives a professional nod.