[ Navia laughs, only just resisting the urge to remind him that he wasn't here to watch, instead breaking off to laugh again instead, a little more raucous and outgoing this time as her eyes twinkle. The smug look on his face doesn't go unnoticed, and so she behaves herself for now, instead reaching for her own cup and sipping from it, sapphire gaze on his face. ]

That sounds like a threat, Monsieur, but I have to ask... would it truly be enjoyable for you? If the water's frozen, I can't move, and if I can't move, I can't exactly make your birthday a worthwhile one, can I?

[ A pause, another long sip from her cup, her eyes sparkling with amusement. ]

Unless, of course, you have untoward plans for my immobile form...