He cleared his throat a few times to clear it out, but there was still a heaviness looming in his throat. "I'll be cold if it means you warm me up." The lights flickered on again where she would be able to see the redness in his cheeks and nose. Now this was just odd, he was shivering but everything felt a little warm. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd actually had a cold, but walking through hurricanes in the middle of New York wasn't exactly a common occurrence either. Usually those beasts were further south. He'd do it all over again if it meant hanging on to his mortal toaster.