[She falls back a step until she's walking tucked right at his side, close enough that she can see that pesky grin of his that only gives her one of her own.]

... Well I was looking forward to the hot springs keeping me warm.

[She really was, and she's still annoyed, but she gives a playful roll of her eyes, and an equally dramatic sigh anyway.]

But I suppose the other ways will have to do. A fire, perhaps. Or some nice blankets. A cup of coffee? You do like that.