[ Kristoff resists the urge to reach for the knife at his belt. He doesn't want to compound this unnecessarily, after all. Every individual here is cornered, one way or another, and any real provocation can lead to the sort of violent situation anyone would rather avoid. He'll move if he has to. Not before.

He puts up his empty hands instead, then, palms out as if trying to coax a tense animal down. ]

No. I thought I was alone, and I certainly wasn't looking to trouble the house itself. [ Fair enough? He gets back to looking for his steel. ] Warmth is one of the easier commodities to share. I don't mind if you don't.

[ Other things, he's less willing to part with. You can't properly hoard heat, though. Better to offer up the space. ]