Lenya pulled in closer, attracted to his fireball like a moth to a flame. Not that he blamed her, this was the first warmth anyone had felt since leaving the office. A tall, thin man, Max felt the cold easily. He held the flame a little closer to Lenya, then passed over his Thermos of hot coffee as they descended the basement steps. "Have a little of this, it'll do you some good. I think after this I'm gonna ask my brother if I can borrow his condo in Key West." 

Max hesitated for a moment, the unwrapped the afghan from around himself and draped it over both their shoulders, so they both at least had partial coverage. Two master magicians fighting over a blanket would be extremely undignified, so might as well share. "So far nothing is charging up the stairs at us," he said. Their descent was slow, the cold seeming to intensify with each step. "Unless it's just waiting for us. Like Satan, trapped in the ice of Cocytus, unable to move for the freezing winds he generates in his attempts to free himself." 

With that cheery thought hanging over his head, Max coughed lightly. "A balaclava might have been good, but I have to admit, my head is literally the only warm part of my body right now. This hat is surprisingly good, I'll have to ask Maria if it's magic or something." He paused for a moment, regarded the flaps and plush ears of the foxy hat. "Maybe I'll buy it off her."