"He's been awfully quiet late...ly..." He trailed off as he realized who he was talking to. The mottled stone on his cheeks darkens to a much deeper gray, and his eyes widen. "U-um..." he began, clearing his throat. Well. This is going to be awkward. In the back of his mind, there's relief that he's managed to find something to cover up with. The silk loincloth was a bit...flimsy, but it covered the bits that needed covering, at least. It made him feel a bit safer, somehow.

"L-look," he stammers, "I um...about...before." He wrings his hands and bites his lip. "I...wasn't myself. At all. I um...there was some kind of enchantment on that collar...thing. I'm...I'm really sorry about that."