Vic tried to shrug away from his coat as he laid it over her shoulders, but his words were right, she was cold, and the coat was warming her up. Looking over at him with a look that said she would have been fine if he had left it as it was. "Thank you." And with a shake of her head she turned back to the direction she was walking. They were almost to the building that was half on the beach, and half over the water on a bit of a dock looking over the lake.
She waved a hand at his offer, scrunching up her nose at the thought. "It's a horrid muggle habit." She knew wizards had thier own bad habbits, but smoking was absolutely disgusting to her. Then she lifted her hand toward the building "That's the Velvet Room. I'm sure you're piano will make it even fancier."