[dress---- oh right. he's --- oh. well. he doesn't even want to THINK about the implications of the castle throwing them together like this. it's cruel, and it's uncalled for, and entirely too dangerous an idea---]

Forgive me if I prefer to catch the proverbial worm. If it wasn't you, it was Paradisa, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. If you'll excuse me.

[he heads for the bathroom door, silently wishing for his clothes to be waiting for him once he's inside. he's not even leaving this room without his proper clothes on, thank you - at this point it's almost like armor... reminding himself that he's another self, now, and there are centuries between now and what was, and that this is all just utter nonsense fabricated by the castle. not ... some old memory rippling to the surface. once the coat and the jumper and the celery are all on, he'll remember that far more easily]