Uriel smiled faintly at the girl's kindness. 'A dog. Yes, a dog. That's exactly what it was,' he told himself. Aloud he said, "Thank you for your kind offer, but I don't think I'll need to bother you." With that said, he miracled himself a sweater -- mostly to "explain" his shiver, of course. He didn't feel coldness or warmth any more than he usually did. "It is getting quite late, though; on that you are definitely right."