"Lots of things that smell are fun." Pete retorted almost childishly as he stepped inside after Paige, leaning a hand back against the door so Sam could come in after them without it starting to close on him. "Like......um....." He couldn't think of anything right off the bat, but that didn't mean there weren't any. He could come up with a few later, when he was sitting, and warm, and had a couple drinks in him.
He held his hands out to take Paige's coat for her, as any gentleman would. Mama Rasputin would be proud. "That was the plan. At least, that was my plan."