He scowls at Athessa, but now that she's down here too and laughing as hard as she is, it's a bit difficult not to smile at least a little.
Self-consciously, he pushes his hair back out of his face and returns to shivering, his previously perfectly warm jacket now nothing but a contributor to the damp cold.

"You're an arsehole," he mutters, the curve of his lip suggesting, okay, maybe it's a little funny.