Instead of waiting, he needed to grab something else. The cold was just a bit... too cold. So - he returned, but before he could get back to where he had waited, a knock arrived on his door. Sozin finished placing the warmer cloak around him. Good. The knock signified the end of one thing and the start of something else. Of course: it wasn't really that complicated, it was just him arriving at exactly what he had expected to happen: someone to arrive. He would give the room a cool once over,
Ah yes, it was the wide hipped, scarred redhead. The opening of the door would have him take a moment to recognise her, a once over of her form - and then a smile. It was evident by the light tipping of his mouth upward, and his mouth lightly ajar, the skin lines by the corner of his eyes and the rise of his chin as he greeted her.
"Azarea-san," His tone was cheerful. Though it wouldn't have been typically ideal since their last visit, she was a safe bet - and perhaps part of the reason she was guiding him today. The thought crossed his mind that this was intentional, from meeting him outside Kumogakure - to a mission together and today. It was the sense of familiarity that let them build relationships, and therefore have better engagement with Kumogakure in the future. It was a politician's move: but one he respected. Noticing something like that was one of the steps to a counter, which he had familiarity with.
Sozin was now dressed more warmly as well: deeper blues and golden cream hues highlighted by the robes wrapped around his shoulders and neck area - draped down to his waist. Though - his face was entirely bare, he could deal with the cold snap and sharp metal cold across it. His hair - remained as usual. He'd had a wash the night before and some of the stock treatment they'd used included an oil of sorts, and it had left it vibrant in the light, accentuating the darker curls at the front of his face with the lighter ones to the side. The use of a Kunai had rendered his sides shorter: and there were a few specks of white hairs meshed in with the dark.
But he would not age further than that, and his head would never become fully white - as was his own guess. Well, it was actually hard to tell: because his hair grew slowly - some functions did seem to take place, as did some of his other natural needs.
"I didn't expect to see you again, but you are not an unwelcome sight." He stepped out - closing the door behind him and locking it with the key he'd been provided and being right beside her. The light difference in their height would mean little beyond him having to tip his chin down at her a little. His chocolate and umber hues flecked with caramel notes were shining today: the bright light seemed to make it that his eye and iris melded together.
"So... I'd asked to find some things to do, but hadn't received much notice as to what was trendy - are you guiding me, or telling me where to go today?" His close proximity provided she hadn't stepped back - would have given her some notes of his scent. It was a light musk, a greater depth of spices. To her as a sensory ninja specifically, his 'signs' were extraordinarily quiet, but the outcome of which he couldn't tell if that would be something that would unnerve her or not.
Even so, he would take a step back - giving her room to either lead or be led, however she liked it. Emotionally speaking, he was cool on the exterior that was not all to dissimilar to the cyan sky. There were no stressors and the day wasn't one where he anticipated an enemy reaction: and so had come without any weaponry. That was also, not entirely true - but all of his metal objects were left inside and not on his person.
If there had been some tension in the days prior, it didn't appear to be present now.