*He frowns and taps a finger on the window catch for a moment; shivering in the sudden cold a little concerned at the words. And there's a witty rejoinder resisted as he looks at Kristoph's face searchingly.

But in the dim blue twilight he's unable to discern anything beyond a slight degree of annoyance in the set of his lips, a strain around the eyes.

He shrugs, pushing aside the cushions on the window seat and holding out a hand.*

I'm afraid that you will have to climb, as disagreeable as that may be.

*And then he gestures to the violin case with his extended hand, and his voice is a touch dry.*

Ladies first, perhaps? That should make things considerably easier.