"Hmm?" What was she talking about again? Kray blinked as he watched her hands wipe across her bottom, and thought about how nice it would be if those were his hands, and just what he'd--
Cold? What was cold?
Oh! The beer! Kratos hastily took a sip, ignoring the heat in his cheeks, as well as the ache in his lap. This really needed to stop. He wasn't going to survive if he couldn't get control of this... reaction.
"It's not that bad, Kasi," he told her, glad she was looking anywhere but at him. "It's colder than you and I would take it, but most of these people aren't going to know the difference. I know, matter of principle, but nothing to fret about. It's only a few degrees colder than optimum. Really."