He offers out the pile with a small, tight smile. "I put in two sets of clothes, I wasn't sure which you'd prefer, and there's two towels. The bottom switch is the overhead heat lights and if you need me, just yell, I'll be downstairs making some food."

He suspected there was some fresh rolls from breakfast still, assuming Victor hadn't stolen them for his lunch.

He bows out again, quiet and not wanting to intrude further.