Ignatius blinked for a moment, eyes focusing on the table rather than the fact that Mabel was patting him on the head. As it seemed she was leaving, he supposed that meant it was okay to put clothes on. Clothes which he'd remembered to leave neatly folded.
Waiting for a moment, Ignatius got up, holding his sheet around him. It really was cold. He reached for his wand, using a Disillusionment charm again. It really was more for his own sake than anyone else's...even if he did understand that it was frowned upon in most society to be in such a state of disrobe in front of women. Mabel, for as long as he'd known her, had never seemed to pay much mind to all of that, so he didn't really think she would be much for peeking...
Once he was dressed again, he took off the spell and cast a warming charm instead. "Do you need any help with your things, Mabel?" He could at least offer...