"Too cold." He wrinkled his nose teasingly, gave her a bit of a playful nudge. "At home --" He trailed off for a moment. It wasn't home anymore, hadn't been for four years at the least. Maybe it wouldn't be, ever, now that the Romans were here on Long Island. But he'd continue that thought, anyhow.

"....Anyway, uh. In California, I can go shirtless for pretty much eleven months out of the year."