He changed his pace to meet hers, matching her stride for stride as they continued down the path. He followed her gaze as she looked out over the lake. He couldn't deny the whole thing was picturesque, but the experience was overshadowed somewhat by the whole he'd been kidnapped bit. "It's looking better every day," he said non-committally, letting her draw her own conclusions about what he was saying.
"If only," he said around a laugh, not really all that seriously. He didn't like the snow that much. "Tony," he replied when she said her name, his smile matching hers.