She feels a bit guilty for even mentioning it. "Don't get your hopes up too high," she tells him. "It's not going to work. I'll try it, but I can just about promise you that it's not going to work."

Now that she's got her hot chocolate, though, she's not going to move till she's good and warm. And she makes that quite clear by the way that she circles the mug with her hands and sips. She's not scalding her mouth like he doubtless just did.

"Anyway, we can't go back to my rooms, not at this point. We've almost certainly missed the last ferry back. We'll have to find rooms here."