[Now he blushes just from having friendship rubbed in.]

D-don't get too carried away with that! ...All I've done is acknowledge it. We... are friends. [Partially undressed friends?]

Forging attachments with mortals seems to be a fool's errand. But... You have proven yourself to be exceptional in such a regard.

[His face burns, while he buries himself in one crate, filled with cheap shampoo.]

A-anyway! This is getting us nowhere. There must be somewhere where blankets and perhaps clothing is stored...