Well, well. The serious man can laugh. That's always nice to hear in any official soul. The standing isn't really working out for him and he finds himself leaning against the wall almost completely naked. If the cold was bothering him it definitely was not showing. The moment he lifts a foot to put his pants on he'll find himself on his ass again against said wall kicking a leg into it.

"Herbert. Heeeerbert. Bert. Berty. Herbt," comes the sounding of his name. He makes a face at that just for a couple of seconds and then just grins again, "Eh, whatever you say, Mister Official."