Whoa there, Jim. Please pardon his sudden flush at that mental image it's just the heat he swears. Doesn't do pajamas...

"Oh, ehm," he stutters. "Thanks. That's okay, I'll just. I'll manage with this, it's fine. I've just got to, ehm. You know. Walking. Fighting. I did my best to clean up but now here with the humidity..."

No pajamas. He was planning on taking a cool shower anyway but now he'll definitely need one.