Oh, yes. [he sticks his hands in his pockets and peers out the nearest window] The snow is a little much, but I'm no stranger to cold, grey weather. It reminds me a little of home.

[and then his gaze falls back to her, and the smugness returns to his smile]

...That looks good on you.

[congratulating himself on his choice of color for her; patting himself on the back for guessing her measurements]