[ Cold doesn't phase her, not when she is so often frigid herself. Maybe that is the problem with them, such ice in their veins to contrast their warm features.

Perhaps. She shrugs with a playful smile and a delicate sip of her grin. ]

Don't be silly Dorian. Should I chose to faint, I will be sure to do so into the arms of one who could tend to my sensibilities. What is the point of meeting your friends if I do not get to know them through whatever circumstances present themselves?