[She does look cold, and despite Amal looking like he should also be cold, he begins to unbutton his coat.]

Casita? [He tries to match her pronunciation, and he isn't too far off.] Oh, do you mean—you were in a maze, right?

[He slips his arms out of the coat and holds it out. It's oversized and insulated, and it smells a little like incense.]

Here. You need this more than me.

[The irony of saying this while he's dressed in a bellydancer outfit is not lost on him.]

I'm staying not far from here. Why don't we get out of the cold?