When the door shut, he lifted his head and and placed his hand on his cheek, letting out a small sigh. This was difficult and not at all what he expected his evening to turn into. It had been an awfully long time since he had noticed a woman, let alone acted so young around one. He shook his head. "Stop it, Remus," he whispered to himself.
He focused on the distraction of pulling on the borrowed clothes. Weasley was a shorter man then him, so the pants didn't quite brush his ankles, but that wasn't a huge problem. The shirt fit fine and he was thankful for the feel of different fabric. He rubbed at his eyes with the shirt sleeve before placing the towel back in the bathroom, over the one rack to dry.
He stepped out and headed for the kitchen, turning a corner. He leaned against the entrance way, watching her for a moment with a smile. After a few moments had passed, he knew he needed to make his presence known out of courtesy.
"Do you work in the morning?" He asked as quietly as possible, not wanting to startle her.