[He'll take the t-shirt regardless; it's better than wearing a horse blanket. He turns his back to Reinhardt and quickly throws it over himself before sitting back down. It swims on Dylas and it leaves him really wishing he had a pair of underwear, but he would be a fool to ask for some. A fool.]

I'm not interested in kicking anyone out of their bed. I'd be a lot more comfortable here than out there in that weather without any clothes. You've already done enough for me. [He recalls the petting. And Reinhardt feeding him carrots.] Maybe you've done too much for me.