He marvels at the use of her wand, still not used to the method, still fascinated by it. It's a moment before he remembers to shake his head to her question. "No, it's fine. I'll just-" Instead of explaining, he simply peels off the sodden long sleeved shirt, the black sleeveless one underneath of a modest enough cut that it will serve. "Do you w- Are you thirsty? Do you want some tea?" There's still some left in the pot.