The towels were an unexpected luxury soft and fluffy in a way he hadn't been expecting, and enough to get him dry easily without scrubbing and it was the unexpectedness of it that allowed Charles to get him bundled without complaint.

His brow creased a little at the subject of clothes, only just then realizing that there was really no use putting his uniform back on, especially when there was a hole torn in the shoulder of it, "Something soft, I suppose? As we aren't planning on going anywhere until tomorrow, and we aren't expecting visitors." The tone was distraction and puzzlement rather than any kind of trepidation or disagreement, not wholly sure what Charles and Crystal would have picked, but surprised to find that he trusted the pair of them not to have gotten anything he'd be wildly uncomfortable in.