He took the clothes and pulled them on, tossing the towel onto the arm of the sofa for the time being as he adjusted the too-large clothes on his lithe frame. But it was better than nothing. He gave the man a glare as he sipped from the mug, suppressing both a gag... And hopefully his thirst for the time being. "Shove it. I'd rather starve." He replied harshly before flopping down on the couch, his back to the other. "Don't come near me with it, makes me want to puke." He decided to add, which wasn't a lie. As much as his body wanted... needed... His mind was still revolted at the idea.<br/><br/>"Listen,<i>thanks</i>for the place to crash for the night." He said, the word perhaps sounding just a bit more sarcastic than intended... but he was at east giving perhaps an attempt. "I'll make sure I'm out of your hair tomorrow and you can just keep doing... Whatever it is that you do." He added, apparently not able to leave even mediocre gratitude as anything less than scathing remarks. But it wasn't as though he planned to stay here, there was no way he could... But he wasn't sure where he planned to go either.