Dragging a chair over by the fire, offering it to Cissie, letting her at least try and get comfortable while she warms up. Sliding out of his own coat, laying it near the fire as he settles in by the hearth.

"Neither entirely, actually. The weather in London has never quite been like this, and despite some things I've dealt with, kidnapping was not it," he admits with a chuckle. "I was kind of excited for the snow at first, until it kept going. "What kind of life do you lead though if kidnapping is normal?"

He just can't help himself but to ask.