The comment falls off Cater's back like water, smile still unchanged on his face as they make their way to the bus stop. At least the pathways weren't too covered with snow, yet. That made walking easy enough, even if it was cold. "We," he says with a bit of a teasing air to his voice, "are going to get you out of those clothes."

To put him into much warmer ones, but he's not going to say it like that cause he wants to see Riddle get flustered--is that so wrong?

"But, until then--"

Cater somewhat reluctantly breaks the hold they have on each other so he can shrug out of his own jacket and wrap it around Riddle's shoulders.