Shade, of course, was the sort that had no need for warmth or light. He, of course, enjoyed the creature comforts of such, a roaring fire was perfect ambiance, and light was best to write by, no matter whether he needed it or not. He did enjoy his pretenses perhaps a bit too much. He followed, cane occasionally tapping against the stone with his steps, and he admired the architecture and whatever else happened to be on the wall.

"Indeed I have noticed, but spare it no thought. If I were concerned with the cold, I would have worn my gloves," his tone was so mild, so amused with the prospect, but then again. He wasn't used to people making mention of their oddities anymore. Occasionally, he forgot how the other half lived.