He smirks and shuts the refrigerator door, removing himself from the cold and instead stepping up behind Watson. Sliding his arm around Watson's waist, he presses up against him, giving his neck a soft kiss.

"I got cold," he explains in a teasing murmur, brushing his lips against the shell of Watson's ear. "I hope you don't mind." Kissing his earlobe again, he considers how hungry he is.

"I'm moderately hungry. Surprisingly dessert left me feeling very sated."