"Thanks," Garret said, slipping the robe on then freeing himself of his pants once wrapped in its softness. He stepped out them and added them to the pile on the floor where he had tossed his shirt. He pushed them across the floor with the side of his foot, making sure they were out of James' way.
Adjusting himself through the material, Garret laughed. "A cold one may be more fitting, but yeah, before I stink up your robe." He gathered up the offered clothes - a little dismayed that pants had been offered but kept it to himself - and waited for James to lead the way.