[ His eyes flicker skywards, checking for errant mistletoe, but they're safe for now. He links arms with her deliberately. ]

Nonsense. You've been going to all this effort to design a machine that will do exactly the same thing, but I am significantly more charming than a machine, and generally much better company.

[ He clicks his fingers again. They find themselves on top of the apartment block denoting 12. And since it's still impossibly cold, a swish of his hand summons lounge chairs, slippers, a rug, and a sizzling hearth. They should at least be cozy. ]