[ she's thinking about this a lot harder than he is. Case in point: her offer earns little more than a blank look. ]

So I am bid to lay on the ground while thou art burdened with all work, [ he replies dryly, slowly shaking his head. ] O lightless one. Dost thou truly think so lowly of me?

[ if he knew what a snowman was or how to build one, he'd start now just to make a point... but he doesn't, so he simply folds his arms. ]

Thou makest such claims, yet thy little hands tremble with cold already.