[Having a swag would be great, right? Walking down the street, girls noticing me, checking me out. Sure, like that would ever happen. The only reason anyone would look my way was if I fell over, and most likely on my face.] “Is this you trying to tell me that I good like a total geek? But nicely?” The mutate asked her, raising a brow slightly until he felt her take his hand. His attention was drawn to the temperature of her skin almost instantly, feeling a slight chill in the sensitive skin of his hand. “It’s not the coldest hand I’ve shaken. Try shaking hands with Iceman, instant frost bite. Or that might just have been specially for me now I think about it — d’you wanna borrow my coat? It’s not much, but it’d give you a bit more warmth, I guess.”
“Well if you’re going to ask me, yes. And I very rarely sugar coat my words. You should’ve just taken the nicety without asking about it." Ugh and he was nice kid. Offered her his coat and everything. She should’ve just cut him off. Denied him the courteous of a handshake and let him believe her some kind of wench. She waved her hand dismissively. "I don’t need your coat, I don’t feel cold at all. Where is it you were going? I have my driver on speed dial. If it’s too far, he can take us.”