"I.. Ach! Turn around!" He was panicky and flailing. He was pretty sure, however, that one thing he shouldn't be doing is looking at Anakin's chest.
"Should we trade?" He really had to get out of these clothes. They were way too small. He felt like a poorly squeezed tube of toothpaste. That was a horrible metaphor, but it was all Rahne could manage in this frazzled state. Anakin could have her pick from Rahne's wardrobe, if she wanted clean clothes. She didn't have to take the clothes of his back. Rahne's options were more limited, however.
Oh, this was so complicated and terrible and embarrassing. Rahne turned to the door, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure Anakin was turned around too.