[ Oh. Well. Okay. That's um, that's not...the reaction...he was expecting. He glances down at her hand in his sweatshirt, then back up at her, not amused anymore but more...shocked. His eyebrows shoot up. ]

Because it's...what I do?

[ That's a stupid answer. He mentally facepalms at himself for blurting it out like that. ]

I mean, okay, fine. If you don't like snowballs I won't do it again, so can you please let me go now?