[ the look ingo offers in turn is... well, it's still stuck in that stern manner, as if made more of stone than of flesh and blood. however, there is this slight, vague edge of worry in his eyes as he shakes his head. ]

I cannot in good conscience keep you in here any longer, sir. [ it'd be hard to miss how unsure his company is growing, and the feeling is mutual. ] You've already extended a kind gesture my way... and clothing size is not so vital an issue that it warrants becoming lost.

[ there isn't any food or water, for starters. getting lost in here might be very dangerous. ]