"I'll lend you my coat if you like," he offers gallantly. It might preserve a little of her modesty, at any rate.

He can tell Riley's not impressed with Raphael, not nearly as impressed as she ought to be. Maybe that's his fault. He's set a poor example, and he's not going to backpedal now, but they ought to talk about it. He looks to his older brother, recognizing the command and taking it for what it is. "Of course. I'll...see you later?"

A delicate verbal query. He suspects they'll have to talk about this, but he's not going to rush into that.