"I believe," he offered as he pulled his robe back around his shoulders, "that he tends to eat there for lunches. He's eaten at my home occasionally, and the invitation is open to you as well." Though again he was struck by her resemblance to Maria. It nearly gave him a bolt of guilt - but he took a breath and exhaled it away. He would not feel guilty about his relationship with Malik. He refused.

"It is just this way, and there are some spare pieces of clothing in one of the rooms there that will suit the temperature much more than these things we've all arrived in."

He still wore them when he wanted to do something and didn't care if his clothing got dirty - but those were the only circumstances.