[He's being a little selfish with this request to stay outside. Nostalgia and crippling bouts of homesickness are frequent guests and sometimes you just have to give in, indulge whichever way you can. Being out here with her, overlooking a beach that isn't a beach and an ocean that isn't an ocean... it feels pretty good. Bittersweet.
The question has him quirking one of those cool eyebrows, shooting her a reassuring smile.]
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine~! We visited much colder places back in the Grand Line.