Might I? I have taken rather a chill, straying across the dark face of the earth...

_{[ swing one leg in across the threshold, pull in the other-- but before he lets the vine slip away into the night after depositing him, he slides a hand across it as it goes-- plucking a red bloom. ]}

But I haven't much to offer for your kindness but this, I fear.

_{[ he holds out the rose. ]}