That may indeed be all they do. Though Murmur had that faint, buzzing impression that he often got when things were about to go awry that told him tonight might be more interesting than that. Whether they liked it or not. Certainly he could warn Jon, but that went against his rule of not tampering, instead he'd simply keep his senses alert for any imminent danger.

There was no apparent threat, and the snow truly was quite lovely. Murmur particularly enjoyed listening to it softly landing on tree branches above them the further they moved away from crowds. It was peaceful, and snow always had that unique quality of making everything just a little more still and quiet.

He would wait. Sipping his drink, and enjoying the time quietly spent in his beloved's presence.