I was talking more about your lack of spare clothing. Not my 'ugly coat'.

[He caught it, looking amused at Malik's moodswing. Ah, it was so easy to get under his skin here. How perfect. Though he supposes he shouldn't push him too far. Pulling his own shirt on, he slings the trenchcoat over his shoulders, feeling the odd comfort that long coats seemed to bring. Ah, familiarity. This body truly did feel good.]

After all, you'd have had to wear my 'ugly' clothing to go wash yours every day.

Though if you think my host's taste is so bad, you could always try becoming a fashion consultant.