"...What?! You're cold?! In this weather?" He blinks up at you, genuinely bewildered, as if the very concept is absurd. "No, no! Freezing you to death wasn't my intention at all!"

He swings his legs off the couch, padding over to take your hands in his. A soft gasp escapes him when he feels how cool your skin has become. His playful expression falters, replaced by something almost sheepish.

"...Oh. Sorry." He sighs, glancing toward the open windows. "I just wanted the wind to blow through the house..."

For a moment, he looks almost guilty. But then his eyes light up again, that familiar spark of mischief returning.

"...Actually, you know what? Let me make up for this mistake."

A sudden flash of white light washes over him — warm and brief, like staring at the sun through closed eyelids. When you blink the afterimage away, Venti has changed. His braids glow faintly, two elegant wings stretch from his back.

He settles back onto the couch as if nothing extraordinary happened, patting the cushion beside him with a casual smile.

"Come! I'll warm you up."