The gawping only makes his grin wider and his chest puff out proudly while he plays it casual. "Pretty, isn't it?"

He taps Jim's hand playfully and a thin layer of frost spreads across the other man's hand. Then he laughs and casts his hand upward in a more extravagant display. The shards of ice that bloom from the frost crawling across the chandeliers is more bizarre and random looking. It's only when one looks at the light being cast they see the snowflake patterns painted around the room.