His heart warms at the smile, and her kind words. It yearns towards her, and he takes half a step back so that he might resist the pull of her. To embrace her would be too much.

'Yes, since we are now in the month of May.'

He can feel the chill air brush across his cheeks, and there is no escaping the smell of damp. But he gives every impression of standing in the sunshine, untouched by temperatures of either kind.