cold to the touch.

"I‐" You stuttered, already fucking up whatever promise you'd just made yourself. "I suppose so.. um?"

"It's just occurred to me that you've yet to tell me your name."
You glanced away momentarily, "Could you?"

He looked at you with feigned disbelief. Slowly, that disbelief turned to mischief as he gave you a sly smile and took your hand gently. "Where are my manners?"
He couldn't be more upset with himself, bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving a faded ring of lipstick as he kissed them. "Dr. Frank Furter."