Somebody with an ounce of sense would take her hand and pick up on how unnaturally cold it is, how wrong it feels, because as long as she's got life in her, there should be at least a little bit of warmth, right?

But Jeff doesn't have much sense. It's a cold night, and she's totally underdressed for the snow, so he's pretty sure this is, like, a normal amount of cold.

What else matters, when he can sing and dance and share this experience with another person? So that's what he does; he spins with her, and he sings about blood and roses, joy building in his voice in spite of the melancholy lyrics. Jeff's smiling so brightly now, gaze trailing up to the sky as he trails off.

"I wish I could hear them. It's like... I know they're singing too, but..." Whether or not he means literal singing, it doesn't matter. He's just speaking in witchy shit, music being the way he communicates with the Gift and all. Jeff cocks his head, eyes still drawn to the stars. "How do you listen?"