He drags his gaze towards the window. A thin layer of snow rests upon much of the city but it is an otherwise clear day. Cold, bracing weather, but nowhere near as cold as the northern mountains of Ilsabard.

Like Hythlodaeus, he understands the implication. 'Hades, let's take a walk to clear your head.'

He fiddles with his device, runs his thumb along the edge of the case. Eventually he bites his lip and bows his head.

"Fine..." He sets his phone aside and starts to stand. "I need to dress more warmly before we go out."