He shook his head, snapping back into reality. "Hmm?" he asked, then rummaged through his head to figure out what she was saying. "Oh! Yeah, I'm fine," he chuckled. "Like I said, I don't get cold, I'm usually warm," he chuckled nervously. He rubbed his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. His senses were in overload today, as they were every eve of a full moon. He tried to change the subject. "So, where did you live before coming to this small little town?" he asked.