Luke didn't miss the accusation in her eyes as she looked back at him, nor the way her fingers tightened around her shawl. He wasn't used to being in tune with much, but he had, at least, gotten a little better at noticing when others were cold over the years, considering that his Gift could, at time, have a direct influence over their level of comfort. The wind softened a little, though, there was little he could do about the chill. Making it warmer was always more difficult than the other way around.
He flicked his fingers and the a puff of air pushed the rock forward, rather than his foot. "I mean," he said, and even he was a little surprised by the resolution in his voice. "I won't fuck anyone."