"Losing your cool?" Ash smirked, blowing a puff of smoke into the air, his breath doing its best to condense with the snow frosty air. He planted a hand on her back, feeling the slight chill of her skin through the blistering heat of his own. "I take it you don't mind the cold, huh? More or less the opposite with yours truly." He said cooly, reaching for the doorknob and giving it a quick little twist, noticing it was locked. He didn't remember doing that, but there was a chance Chris might've done it before he left. He went to thumb off the lock when a sound similiar to cracking glass rumbled out of the knob. When he pulled his hand away, he noticed that the doorknob had come with it. "Well, shit." He frowned, chucking the knob over his shoulder. He could always melt their way out, but that would be rather rude now, wouldn't it?

A creaking, like old floorboards in the middle of the night began to whine out from the otherside of the door, around where the other half of the nob was. Someone was trying to get in and more notably, someone was fiddling with the lock. Before Ash could do anything about that, a sudden jerk under his jacket reminded him of a very important companion who was now wiggling his way out of his jacket. Ash quickly brought his hand up to the snake and wrapped his fingers around her, grimmacing at how cold she had become. "You're gonna have to warm up, girlie. You're gonna kill my snake." The sound of shifting tumblers was clear enough that whomever was on the otherside was getting close and if it weren't for Yormie, he'd have waited. He shoved the snake back into his jacket and jammed a finger into the lock, the skin glowing white hot causing the lock to melt away and let the door pop open.

"Time's up," he hissed, quickly ripping out a cigarette from a jacket pocket and showing it to his mouth before lighting it with a finger. Smoke was still trickling out of his nostrils and that would at least help cover it up. He cracked the door open and slid out into the cafe, sheepishly smiling at all the new faces. "Uh, the girl and I were fooling around and kinda kicked the freezer into overdrive," Ash glanced back at the door, not sure why that was his default excuse. The jerking under his shirt resumed as thick muscles squirmed along his chest, Yormie poking her head out of the jacket. "Get back in yo-" Yormie nearly lept from his jacket, falling to the ground with a wet slap. The barista shrieked, Ash sighed, Yormie contently pushed her way along the ground toward one of the new faces, her tongue flicking out to get a good scent of the girl. "Oh," Ash said flatly, looking over at the barista. "Get out, now." He ordered her, the barista about to make a protest when she noticed the flames on his finger tips and shot out of the cafe like a gunshot. "Hope you don't like this place's coffee too much, Cutie," Ash looked toward the girl, who commanded Yormie's complete attention. "Sharade's up, girl. Spill while we all still have time to play this little game." Before she could play the bullshit game like the ice queen, he held up his right hand and formed a ball of fire that rotated in his palm. "Oh, and other guy. I hope you're either special or good at playing dumb. Cause if you aren't, you ain't leavin."