Lyndon paced the room, peering at this, and taking a look at that. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for, just curious and working off pent up energy.

He glanced up when Stiles came back, looking him over slowly. "When are you going to do when you have to take a leak," he asked, thinking about a child and snow play. He smiled though. "Let's take mine. Likely to be warmer, after all."