[Once the skates were off and aside, he rubbed his feet through his socks a little. His ankle was annoyed, but the throbbing was subsiding rather quickly.] Oy, it's okay. I shouldn't have gotten distracted like that. Good way to break something.
[With his attention still on his foot, he gives a little shudder, as if he hadn't thought of being cold until she asked him again. He's thankful for the cold covering up his flush as he thinks of telling her that his face and neck were cold, but he shakes his head at the thought.]
A little, but-- [Lockon reached out, popping the lip of the picnic basket open, and pulling out a large thermos.] This will help with that. [He set it down between them, and dug around for the mugs.]