He realizes his error the moment their hands touch. To his credit, he keeps a valiant smile through gritted teeth. He can't bite back the hissing breath, though.

"S-s-spirint of Winter ..." he echoes. "That makes sense."

The handshake is brief and Kaz clasps and unclasps his fist to work off the chill. "So a seasonal gig, huh? What do you do in the off months, Mr. North?"