[ This man is a bit of an enigma. He can't get much of a read off of him, senses painfully dulled from his usual gift in sight that allowed him to see auras in anything with life and even some without, if they'd been around long enough. Mountains, rocks, trees. A vague sense of atmosphere, and it left him wondering if things gained sentience the longer they exist and simply moved so much slower than the life around them. He missed that deep sense of being tied into the world as a whole if only for moments like these where he's left at a loss. ]

It seems that way. And it's fine; I've been enjoying it. If you'd like to change it then by all means, please. I should... probably check if it's still raining. I'm sure you'll want your sweats back soon.

[ His smile is a little sheepish as he pinches the material as if to demonstrate, but there isn't much give. They're especially tight at the hips through the thighs, showing off a little more than was appropriate. Heine's proximity wasn't helping much either. ]