[ Between staying outside with the cold nipping at his skin even under his many layers, and going inside where it’s presumably warm, it doesn’t take him long to make a decision. He thinks briefly of Agathe, wonders if he should go fetch her — she’s alone in their cold, powerless house, after all — but then decides that the woman can take care of herself. Besides, she would do the exact same thing were she in his place, surely.
With that, he makes up his mind, returning Number’s smile with an equally forced one of his own. ]
Well. I certainly won’t argue, if you’re inviting me in…
[ Already, even as he’s talking, he’s sliding past Numbers into the house, stomping his feet in the entryway to knock some of the snow off his boots. ]
no subject
With that, he makes up his mind, returning Number’s smile with an equally forced one of his own. ]
Well. I certainly won’t argue, if you’re inviting me in…
[ Already, even as he’s talking, he’s sliding past Numbers into the house, stomping his feet in the entryway to knock some of the snow off his boots. ]