"They'll be just as fine when I figure out how to melt the ice." Alucard sighs heavily, watching Zevran step across. Because he's associating the scraps with safe-to-step-on they actually cause the ice to melt underneath. They're soggy...but not frozen. Which means he steps out of his boots, onto a wet very cold cloth.

A harmless and not pointy place to step, but the immediate damp cold is enough to make him scowl. "Of course it's safe now when no longer needed..."