Despite keeping his gaze fixed on the wall, he can see out of the corner of his eyes what he looks like when Jade pulls his hair back. It's even worse. So ... proper. He sighs quietly when Jade lets go again.

"Anything that isn't," he starts, then cuts himself off. Isn't like this is what he wanted to say, but strategically speaking, seems like a bad idea. He swallows once, then seeks out Jade's reflection. "I mean, this is kind of thin? Something warmer maybe? I don't like being cold all that much, you know." And he does get cold relatively quickly, a side-effect of the suppressants he's been taking. A sweater wouldn't just be more comfortable, but also practical.