If it is a door, he'll have to find a way to open it. As it stands, he has a very distracting visitor standing mere feet from him. They come to a stop, holding a hand out between them both with their palm up, waiting. He'll get the idea in his head of taking their hand, taking their offer. He can, of course, reject them, but are they putting the idea of taking their hand into his head?

They don't answer his words, though, remaining silent in front of him. But now when they exhale, the fog of their breath rolls past Luka and it's very clear that it's cold. It's not the area around them that's causing it, it's their breath.

What next, Princess?