It was hard for him to believe that it had been only month since he'd known Tabitha. In that time, he'd grown fond of being by her side, and took advantage of every opportunity to make that happen. There was a quiet comfort about her, and her presence alone made him feel calmer. After losing John and his mother, he'd felt at times as if he were coming undone at the seams – and he'd noticed that around her his threading felt a good deal tighter. Glancing down at his companion, he found himself wondering if she saw the same strength in herself that he could see. He wondered if she even knew the effect that she was having on him, one that went beyond romantic intention, being that he'd found a friend in her as well. She had become a little light that kept the edge of the night at bay and allowed him to simply enjoy living again.

While his feelings of tenderness toward Tabitha were unwavering when apart, he found the intense, even lustful desires, faded just slightly. It was a curious thing, and Rhett's mind couldn't allow any such curiosity to pass without challenge. He was an experienced auror, after all, and trained to noticed such small changes. Now that they were together, he could feel the same emotions fighting for dominance once again, but he forced himself to contend with them within the arena of his thoughts. Then she spoke with that voice as gentle as a summer breeze and smoother than the finest Tennessee whiskey. Her being half-veela would've certainly made for a convenient excuse, but in reality it was Tabitha that drew these emotions out of him – just Tabitha, and nothing more.

“That all sounds very nice,” he said in regards to her description of the festival.

“I have been on a hayride once, while at Ilvermorny. They love them up that way. Not so much in Texas.” Rhett commented, and despite being from the Lone Star state, the cold didn't bother Rhett any great deal. He'd spent enough time around America that'd he'd encountered everything from blizzards to hurricanes and his body was naturally resistant to external discomfort of any kind. Regardless, he wore a heavy sheepskin coat lined with with wool over his customary flannel, the coat stopping at his upper thighs. Seeing her buried about as deep as she could get in her cloak, he chuckled deeply and the smile reached his eyes with ease.

Undoing the buttons of his coat he turned and wrapped it around her in a single, deft motion. His body heat had been retained, giving the coat a deep comfortable warmth that paired well with her cloak. His large right hand held the front together while his left playfully pointed a finger at her. “Now, I know you're about to start in on this, darlin'. So, I am going to tell you now that I am too dumb to understand propriety and too stubborn to freeze to death.” Rhett smiled down her and said nothing for a moment, only moving his hands to smooth out the coat and turn the collar up to lay over her scarf to shield her cheeks and ears. “There now, prettiest yeti in England.”

“I greatly enjoy spending time with you, Tab.. Ms. Chevalier. I just want you to know that. You make me laugh, and I wasn't sure I knew how to do that anymore.” There was having no filter, and then there was Rhett Colton, a man who would interrupt God himself if it meant getting his point across. There he was, getting lost in those eyes again. Clearing his throat he nodded toward the crowd, “anything in particular that you're hankering for?” The cowboy asked as the smell of food caused an audible growl to escape his stomach.