He could think of more miserable ways to wait out the arrow's effects, he supposes, although that doesn't mean he's any happier about being forced to find relief. For Irhya's sake however, he masks his irritation and snorts.

"Oh yes? Tell me: how, exactly, do you plan to warm me up?" He snags her waist with an arm and draws her to his side, eyeing her slyly. He is only partially dressed, chest bare to the elements.