Dylan could read that upset on him and for a moment, he was tempted to try and burn it further into Daniel's mind. He thought better of it, however, if only because it seemed to easy a means of destroying him, and instead simply shrugged. "Their loss."

A beat. "Though, I think I've got a spare shirt and pants upstairs." If Daniel wanted to explain why he was wearing Dylan's clothes to whoever he happened to run into. That had the potential to be as difficult to explain away as the tits, though, assuming he had made him keep them.