Keltham yawns; he's had a busy day, and unlike some other people, no nap. "If you need me to give you permission to go, by the way, you have it, to be explicit about that. I'll probably sleep soon. No weird spells this time."
"Oh, uh, if you're stealing my shirt, please tell them to send me in a small meal for dinner, since I'd rather not go out without a shirt and I don't have any other clothing." The thought of borrowing one of Carissa's shirts doesn't particularly occur to him, not so much because of gendertropes but because why would that, like, work particularly optimally, he's still a bit mystified about her wanting to wear his own shirt.