Well, boiling pots were hot water, but he wasn't going to argue semantics. "Perhaps..." Moving to her side, he sunk in as well, removing his own cover. Sliding down, he allowed all but his shoulders and head to be submerged. 

Flushing at her words, he averted his gaze, "I... ah... cuddling would be nice." A soft, awkward smile crossed his lips. He reached around to hold her, letting out a sigh. "Well... what... do you do here? Sit?"