It's that, or we hike through it for eight hours. I'd rather take my chances flying.

[If he collapses with pneumonia, uhhhhh... Oh well?]

Besides, we can fly outside of the snow before we can walk outside of it.

[Said as he's helping Vash take his arm off and... hm. Frowning at the damage that they haven't talked about, but he won't voice it now. Instead, he's going to help Vash get undressed, like a good pet. Shirt off... Pants... Well, forgive him for hooking his fingers into Vash's waistband to pull him in for a kiss, he's not trying to be horny he sweaaaaaars...]