Well for now at least, he's cooperating. She claims possession of feeling, both emotional and physical after all- so at the very least she's unchained by the dark standards of the undead.

He feels somewhat uncomfortable by the notion of taking another's clothes, but after all he himself had suggested it with the coat room. "Hopefully, it will not come to that," he murmurs. "A coatroom would have things far more suited to a chill- I fear doctoring wear would be much thinner indeed." And, frankly, he is in dire need of shoes.

....Though what shoes could be here that fit, who knows.