If his Master didn't expect him to do anything that he didn't want to do, then perhaps...perhaps he could push his luck and just call him sir instead? He'd try it and see where it got him. "It's not my place to question you, sir," he said, and turned his back on the vampire to go looking at things again.
He didn't really want to put on clothing at all. It was almost nice being able to move freely. Still, he found a package of underwear and tore it open so he could pull one on. Mitchell seemed at least fairly good at assuming his size, which was all for the best because Samandriel didn't have a clue. He dug around again until he found a tanktop.
It looked soft and comfortable, and he wanted very much to wear it. Subtly, and while he hoped Mitchell wasn't looking, he tested his range of motion and then thought it might be better not to attempt pulling anything over his head until he'd truly finished healing and his skin stretched enough that the pull and tug of scarring wasn't an issue. He went for a nice button down shirt instead. It was warmer than he expected. Samandriel liked it.
Temporary clothing decided on, he let the slightly too long shirt skim the tops of his thighs where his underwear stopped and just sort of...waited to be told what to do? "Am I permitted to touch you, sir?" he asked softly.