Thomas had caught the clothes then caught the towel before it did more than threaten to give a peep show. Vampire reflexes to the rescue since he had a feeling one of the lovebirds would kill him for that.
"I was serious about the scissors!" Thomas yelled that after the retreating Murphy then sighed. He was never going to fix his hair at this rate. Or he was going to end up trying to hack it off at the same length with a knife. And thinking about his hair was easier than dealing with other things.
Since Murphy had gone he just tossed the towels aside to put on the clothes Harry had brought him. Of course they were ridiculous on him with how tall and scrawny his brother was but they were clean. "Thanks. I don't know if there's any saving the stuff from the fire."