[ whatever this is is easy to dismiss without offering him clarification. magic would be a simple explanation, but less than truthful; admitting that she isn't ordinary is merely stating the obvious. logic tells her not many would be convinced of something so far-fetched as angel blood surging through her, no matter how unabashedly honest that would be.

better to leave it as is: untouched, inexplicable. the touch of his cold feet had made it readily apparent he's far from normal, but at least she's more familiar with it than most are with her kind. and even if she had wanted to speak of it? the conclusion that he jumps to has her distracted, breaking out in a laugh before she can stop herself. ]

You were the one trying to leech off of my warmth like some kind of cat. [ or a creep... at least 'cat' is a nicer way of wording it. ] Pretty sure you're the one that wanted to be close to me and now you're embarrassed about it.

[ actually, she's fairly certain he had been sulking, but... if he's going to troll and be a nuisance, she's going to follow his example. ]