"Oh, sorry--!" Given the reception, Asbel stopped where he was, lifting his hands in a peaceable manner to show he meant no harm (or any insult for that matter). His moogle was already cowering behind him, clearly intimidated.

Asbel wasn't quite that easy to shake off, however. And between his desire to lend a hand, and the other moogle's comments, he decided to at least give it another try. The worst that could happen was he'd get yelled at again. (Or so he hoped.)

"It's just...you looked a little cold." he admitted with a small smile, his arms dropping again as he fought to keep his teeth from chattering. "And it's really freezing out here. I thought maybe I could help you if that was the case."