He nods, because he can't exactly deny the fact that it makes sense that Fire types would have a higher resilience to cold. Or perhaps just a higher desire for cold things. Either way, it meant that ice cream was completely a good choice year-round, and even if she wasn't explicitly agreeing it was a close enough compromise for him to drop the argument.

He watches the dart in his fingers as he twists it between his fingers some more, quiet for a long moment. He catches himself a moment later, realizing how his prior statement could have been read and making a selection of comically irritated sounds.

"It's not that I care, really," he said. "But you probably wouldn't let me stay here if he wasn't here, so it's convenient."