[He mirrors her expression, just a small lift of a brow that loses itself in the blond stands falling across his forehead. His amusement appears to spark when she rests her hand in the thick fur of his cloak.]

Only a slight amount.

[More than slight — Dimitri has grown in the years since he was a student, and Byleth has remained the same. His cloak would absolutely engulf her, but the mental image is rather intriguing.

Enough that he steps back just enough to remove said cloak. It shrugs off with practiced ease, leaving him only in black armor, and he holds it out to Byleth.]

And no, I am fairly resilient to the cold, cloak or otherwise. Would you like to try it on?