He liked to appear cheery, but to be honest it was getting difficult to even do that. Not that he lost spirit, but the frigid wind made it difficult to move one's bones, both in their body and their face. 

"Am I warm?" He echoed in good humor, but he looked at her in a way that showed he did not think it a poor question. He merely teased, though he wondered if her question was due to some concern on her part beyond the pragmatism of having one less sword. "Not at all, but I'll be fine. Though I suggest we perhaps go to Chult after making a small living here." He suggested, hugging himself inside his layers. 

Then the thief felt a shiver run up his body, and heat blooming in a far different area of his anatomy than he expected. He blinked and looked at her again, nodding fervently. "Yes, yes I think that would be a good idea." He said, attempting to not be too eager. He raised his eyebrows twice slyly. "A fire and close proximity would do wonders for our...morale, yes?" 

They passed over a small dip in the road filled with greasy water, marred and murky. Luckily, there was very little places to be attacked from for another mile or so, though the approaching rocks on the left slope or the encroaching copse of trees was something he eyed warily, or had been before thoughts of burying himself in Charynrae's charms had entered his mind.