She wanted him to undress her? He pulled his head back a little, an uncertain look quickly taking him over. The dress wasn't exactly clean. He supposed that was one reason for the panic attack. "Ahm..." He cautiously reached forward and carefully helped her out of her dress. Then he put it aside and cast his eyes in every direction but her own.
"There's a bathroom," he started, sounding unbelievably awkward. "You can use it. And I'll..." He shuffled over toward his drawer and began to pull out something for Elisabeth to wear. "I'll...find you something." Which would be difficult, he figured, considering the massive size difference between the two. But he was sure that anything would be fine, so long as it wasn't that dress.