The blanket was a white fur throw, and Jack found himself wondering if it were actual fur or just some facsimile. He threw it round his shoulders - the thing was just a little too short, his midriff was still exposed. That, combined with his socks and his underwear, only added up to one conclusion.
He looked ridiculous.
Jack grabbed the bottle and followed Blake into the washroom, spurred on by an impulse he could not quite fathom. He stood in the door-frame and said, impassively: "I look like a Viking-costume gone wrong."