He looks up at the sound of her voice, his fingers still preoccupied with adjusting the sleeve of his shirt. Walking to the closet, he pulls out the other bathrobe and goes to stand by the bathroom door.

"You shouldn't expect that I'd have soemthing on hand for you." He tells her through the door. "It's not as if I keep extra clothes in case a girl drops by." He sighs and runs scratches his cheek lightly with one finger. "There's a spare bathrobe here and I'm holding it right now. I don't think you'd appreciate me coming in, so you might as well open the door a crack and take it from me."