"I don't torture you. I don't need to. You torture yourself." He glanced at the book as if that was proof that she tortured herself more than he could ever possibly torture her. "Alright," he put his hand down, "your loss."
The mall hadn't been too bad. Did he find it fun? No. But he had never considered the mall somewhere fun to be. "It wasn't our money," he pointed out. "I get it." He might not have lived his whole life being an assassin, but he got it. It was still weird not keeping an eye on a target and killing them without getting caught. But going back to a semi-normal life wasn't such a bad thing.
"Okay, I did it," he finally admitted. "You'll have to go outside sometime and see it before it melts away." He had no idea how long they were going to deal with the winter wonderland. Knowing this place, it probably wouldn't be for long.