"Think I'm good, actually." He stretches his hands out in front of them, gazing at them speculatively. "It's sunny. And it's - a dream, right?" He wrinkles his nose as he says it, as though trying the feel of the word on his tongue. "Guess in that case it wouldn't really matter."

He's not even all that cold, considering. It was more just the humiliation of the thing, though he's not sure if he has dignity or self-consciousness to spare to really be that up in arms about it.