"Yeah, it's pretty cold," he says, grinning as she tugs him through the door. His face is flushed, cheeks and the tip of his nose, and he tugs his hat off, shoving it into the pocket of his coat. He takes in the length of her unbound hair, his eyes widening slightly. He'd finally put together 'princess' and 'Rapunzel' and all that hair in the middle of the night and feel really stupid. He doesn't think it's polite to mention it, so he hadn't.

"I bought dessert. And wine. I realise now that I don't know if you drink, but..." Handing things over, he shrugs out of his coat. Underneath, he's wearing a soft blue sweater and jeans.

"Okay if I take my boots off?" He asks. "I don't know how comfortable you want me to get."