The air outside was a bit brisk, but nothing he would think of as particularly unusual for an April in Ireland. Then again, Ben had traveled, and so had experienced much greater extremes of temperatures than the average Brit. He'd just gotten back from an autumn in Canada, and this was nothing compared to that. It was, however, convenient weather for a flirtatious stroll. Ben moved his hand from her elbow, where it had been as he lead her out of the pub, to the small of her back, bringing them a bit closer together as the two turned away from the entrance of the bar and into the deserted street nearby. "Stay close to me, then," he told her with a grin. "I can keep you warm."