"I could get me a box of candy from the train shop for it, don't think I wouldn't." He looks around for some kind of chair and ends up just sitting at the end of the bed. Hopefully he won't bother any of her roommates should they wander back in at some point.

He does watch as she sheds nine hundred layers but not in a leering way. In the faint thought of 'I just go to bed in this shit sometimes to avoid taking off my layers' way. He sleeps fully clothed more often than not- even when his uniform is drying after he cleans it, he's in full train gear. He wants to jump up and be ready to act at the drop of a hat.

But, you know what? He doesn't need to say everything that pops into his dumbass head.
He picks up a bottle to sniff testingly while she's in there.

"Madara really did a number on y'all, goddamn."