Charybdis was only prone to getting cold when her furnace wasn't stoked to the max, and even then when she was thinking about it. She could understand not feeling it really, but only on an instinctual level. Those cold hands flexing had her gently disentangling them from his guitar. She guided them into her coat and under the soft warm fleece she wore, against the heated skin of her belly where they would get warm quickly, her arms wrapping around the captured hands inside coat and shirt. "There." she said softly.
"Mm, it's fancy. There's even a pool on the roof." she had stumbled into good luck here and there in a manner not unlike Forrest Gump, by no actual thought or will of her own, things just happened that way and she ended up with enough money to have a very nice apartment and her boat. "You sing pretty."