Her tongue against his lip drew a soft rumble of gratitude from his throat, one that quickly evaporated in a huff of annoyance. He looked at her sulkily. He sincerely despised that word - compromise - and it was one that she threw around quite liberally. He knew what it meant, of course, but the way that she used it it had become almost synonymous with defeat, namely his.
He was visibly weighing his options as he looked down at her, his lips twisted into a thoughtful frown. Perhaps he was feeling generous. Or maybe it was just because her being in his lap had sent all the blood rushing from his brain to other, more southern parts of his anatomy. But either way he finally betrayed a single nod, muttered a relenting grunt like a moody teenager - "Fine. Get your coat." - and rose easily from the couch, taking her with him. She weighed close to nothing, after all... he suspected that even had he not been gifted with such extreme strength, it would have been simple to lift the tiny woman. As it was, it was next to effortless. He set her down so she could go and retrieve her coat and grabbed his own jacket from the back of the couch. He wasn't typically bothered by cold, as his body temperature was higher than that of a human's but he figured if he was going to be standing around on a literal block of ice that he'd best be prepared.
When she came back to him, he lifted her easily into his arms again without warning. He then crossed over to the living room window, opened it with one hand, and stooped out onto the fire escape without even having to adjust his hold on her.
"We go for an hour, and we go my way," he told her. "Now hold on." The smirk he gave her held a glimmer of playfulness as he pounced up onto the railing and then took one great, bounding leap off of it; the neighboring rooftop rushed up to meet them, and he landed down on it with a great thud before taking off running and repeating the motion, catapulting them from rooftop to rooftop in powerful, gliding jumps.
They reached the frozen lake in record time, and when they got to the entrance he all but dumped her out of his arms, loathe to let anyone see him betraying even the smallest amount of affection for her in public.
He stood some distance away while she dealt with the attendants behind the desk, ignoring the strangely familiar holiday greetings that were thrown his way by other festive patrons. When she returned to him, he looked at the bizarre boots she offered him with a curious tilt of his head. "Those look like weapons," he noted. "What's wrong with the shoes I have on now?"