Oh, he didn't just seem frozen, he was. Not solid of course, and nothing that would cause any lasting harm provided he wasn't held there long enough for frostbite to set in, but for all intents and purposes he was a thiefsicle.

Dorian smiled charmingly, handing the purse over to Peggy with a slight flourish. "Always happy to help a lovely lady. Though I daresay if the streets here were clearer you wouldn't have needed my assistance at all." He's acquainted with a fair number of terrifyingly competent women, and Peggy had that air about her. He wouldn't dream of suggesting that Peggy was anything but capable, but it never hurt to have help, yes?

"Oh, this? It's just a simple little spell, I can practically do it in my sleep. I'm glad I could be of service." A protsting noise from the still nealy encased lump of former thief was tryingn go get their attention. "Is there some sort of authority turn him over to? I'm afraid I'm sill new and I've no idea how precisely one might proceed here."