Artemy can't help but stare a bit at a man taking off that many layers. Certainly it is cold out, yes, but it is not that cold out. Is it? He is used to the cold, being from the Steppe and all, so only his typical layers suffice, which he already shed his winter coat by the door.

"I must ask, where do you put all of those layers when you aren't wearing them?" He can't help but ask, hopefully good natured enough that the other man will realize Artemy intends it as nothing but a joke.