He snatched her cloak and hung it off to the side of the entry way, not showing much care to be gentle with it. A grin slid across his face at her comment, "Wonderful." he said bluntly. Entering the flat, he expected her to follow him in as he casually made himself at home.
Noticing her crossed arms, he asked, “Cold?” as if not noticing her stern look. “There is a ton of blankets over by the fire." He started picking up some bottles that were scattered along the counter of what was an island sticking out of a small kitchen, "Anything to drink?"