Steve paused in removing his outer shirt, enjoying that mischievous smile. He felt a bit like he'd been drenched in ice-cold rainwater all over again when she mentioned finding clothes for him in her late husband's wardrobe.

"I...appreciate it, truly," he began hesitantly, "but I don't wish to make you uncomfortable." Perhaps it truly wouldn't bother her to see a stranger wearing what used to be her husband's; but Steve understood how sentimental people grew after a loved one had died, and didn't want to put her in that position. "I assure you, I won't expire from mere dampness."