"August for me, but I found my cloak waiting in my apartment the first time I went there. Um, if you're still cold, it's about big enough to share, but I totally get if that's weird. I mean, a lot of things here are weird, but I don't know where you draw your lines."

He's babbling, he realizes. Aren't bards supposed to be eloquent? Well, he might have grounds to blame the situation for robbing him of some of his dignity.