"You're warm," the killer pointed out, throat humming under the immortal's mouth. Not that this was news to either of them, but it still struck him as somewhat of a surprise, for some bizarre reason. And it only served to remind him of how cold he really was, in comparison. At least he'd stopped shivering, for the most part, but still.

"I've got a car. Downstairs." That would be warmer still with the heat on, even if he didn't particularly feel like moving. As was evidenced by the fact that, well, he didn't seem to be budging an inch.