Lex laughed a bit on his breath and his hands came up to search, closing gently around Blue's wrists when he found them. "You're cute," he started, fingers trailing away from her wrists to the fabric that her hands curled around. "I can dress myself, but, ah." He grinned. "I'll let you know the next time they need to come off." He plucked the sweater from her grasp and pulled it over his head.<br/><br/>Lex delighted in the warmth almost immediately; he hadn't realized that the cold hadn't bothered him so much because his skin was numb. You know, from how cold he was. He absently rubbed the warm lining of the sleeves into his skin. Pants were going to be the hard part. Not that he wasn't entirely capable of putting them in, but he had a towel around his hips and absolutely nothing else. As soon as that came off for him to change, Blue was bound to get some sort of sight or another unless he wanted to go bother Marcus in the shower long enough for him to pull his jeans on.<br/><br/>His hands felt over the bed, but his fingers only bumped into the side of his duffel. He patiently waited for Blue to hand him the pants she'd picked for him, the thumb of his free hand hooking around the towel at his hip in lieu of anything else to do. He felt the fabric of his pants hit his fingers, and he considered the fabric against his skin for a moment before he decided that they would be warm enough to get him through the night. He'd have liked to claim that he had had the foresight to bring something this warm, but he'd just grabbed handfuls of clothes and shoved them in the bag because there'd been no time to be fashionable.<br/><br/>"So how's this going to work?" he asked, situating the waistband of his pants so that the opening was in the front. "Am I going in another room or giving you a show?"