(Rodolfo sings to Mimi who is obviously cold from the icy Christmas evening.) What a frozen little hand, let me warm it for you. What’s the use of looking for your key? We won’t find it in the dark. But luckily it’s a moonlit night and the moon is near us here. Wait, mademoiselle, I will tell you in two words who I am, what I do, and how I live. May I?