He just looked at her for a minute, his mouth fighting with itself over whether or not to smile, but on the inside he was a little annoyed. Yes, he was used to communal living, and had lived at closer quarters with others when he was incarcerated, but he kind of liked having some space to himself no matter how small it was. Still, the cord around his ankle dictated that he was stuck with Micha, so as long as he didn't have to sleep in a few inches of water he guessed it wouldn't kill him.
"I will go with you," he said, as if he had a choice in the matter. "But Stavros must have something else to wear. You are...I am lucky I do not sleep in birthday suit."