"Ah, nope, I'm good," Avery said, arching his back to move it away from her frosty fingers. He was still smiling though, even as he shifted backwards so to get her in the door and shut it behind her. "Where've you been? Do you want a drink?" A couple of beers and then dragging her into his bedroom sounded like an excellent use of his time this evening. There was something about her today, maybe the pinkness of her nose or the brightness of her eyes or the way her body felt pressed against his, but he was very into it.