Justine laughs softly and brings her drink to her lips. She only takes a small sip, setting it down to cool in the snow as Harry once again wraps his arms around her slender frame. He's cool but not cold. It's obvious that he's been outside for a while now.

She sighed softly as he continued to steal her heat. "You're just going to make me cold aren't you? I have a fire inside if you want to come in. Then-" Her voice cuts off when she realized what she was going to invite him to do. "That is, it's better if a fire warms you. You'll just make me cold."

She has no idea why she's getting so flustered…