Well, thankfully he doesn’t need to remember anything, as Lioriley is very soon unfolding fabric into his hands. And between the speed of it and her phrasing, it seems she is likewise flustered by the compromising position that Rezo is in.

“Ah, I…” Rezo fiddles with the clothes he’s been handed, trying to sort out what’s what. Despite his current state, he’s reluctant to actually tell her to leave. On the other hand, if he asks her to stay, that might sound… Weird. And lascivious. Would she be disgusted?

In the end he settles on, “Whichever you would be most comfortable with.” Let her make the decision for him, while he retrieves his underwear from the clothing pile.