[Kirk almost backs into the door, but beams at his maker instead, saying a quick thank you before slipping inside. It wasn't really any warmer, but the wind-chill was gone now.]

You wound me, I don't need an excuse to flirt with you.

[He puts a hand over his heart like it hurt.]

And makes sense, I know it's dangerous but I want to learn to shadowstep. [Honestly, he wants to push himself in all the courts, even if it's dangerous.]