He gives her a look that can only be described as 'done'.

His first instinct is to say 'please not the carpet', but almost immediately that doesn't quite feel right. Actually, it's rather amusing, isn't it, watching her little footsteps burn and blacken the plush carpeting. Delightful.

"You know what would probably draw her out quickly," he says with a little smile, "a fire. A proper fire. She's cold, right, she'd come towards that, surely. Fire is rather noticeable."

Besides, he thinks, positively gleeful. Think of the mayhem.