Cass had to think about that, before he smiled faintly, curling up around Robbie and tangling their legs together. "I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps go out for some coffee? Or pour hot water onto a walkway and wait for it to ice over, watch people slip on it..." He was clearly joking with the second suggestion. "Mmm. But this bed's nice and warm, and you are, too. Frankly, if I do anything requiring going out, I'll spend two hours in front of the mirror, preening so I look even remotely presentable." He hadn't bothered to shave for a week, and it showed with a thick, black stubble over his jaw, and he felt like his eyebrows had grown thick and terrible. "I feel like a damned neanderthal."