His mouth twitched slightly with that hidden smile again. "Isn't it?" he asked.

Still, when she pushed her drink forward, her agreeably reached out. The tip of his finger barely brushed the glass, but there was a strange feeling, as if an exhale, and frost gathered on the side, an effect of the cold he had just pushed through the liquid.

So being a member of an accursed race had at least one perk.