It's not that cold, no, and Jesse runs a little hot most of the time, but the offer is appreciated. Besides, Jesse always feels a little bare when his tattoos on his chest and back are on display like they are. It's a weird personal thing, and so he takes the cardigan gratefully, pulling it on. It's... a little small, since Jesse's a bit broader, but it works.

"Huh." Yeah, if he didn't already know that Ned was lying, he'd be able to tell. Ned is... really bad at it. But either way, Jesse accepts it. He rubs at the back of his neck for a moment more and then wrinkles his nose. "... I feel fine, yeah, s'just, uh. Man, I guess I must've just... wolfed out or some shit."

He looks down at his hands, and laughs. "Jesus, it makes sense. Everybody's flipping out, and I knew it wasn't just gonna be that I could smell stuff I ain't smelled before." He peers at Ned. "You okay? Uh - sorry, by the way."