[ Being reborn again is as disorienting as it had been the first time, as Malleus had relived the strangeness of chipping his way out of his egg in his youth, covered in goo, new to the world, his eyes fighting to crease open. He's still struggling from the remnants of his hazy dream and the fact that he's apparently no longer in his dorm –may not even be in his own world any longer– that he doesn't immediately register his own state of undress. The cold air barely fazes him, but the question posed in his direction does bring the matter to light.

His gaze flicks from the one who asked him to his own body before he shifts just enough for his large draconic tail to take shape behind him and wrap around his own lower extremities, providing himself with some modesty. Were his magic in working order, he'd simply summon one of his usual garments from his closet onto himself and fix the matter quickly for himself and this human(?)-like creature so he doesn't continue to pester him about it, but Malleus has been feeling a strong block from accessing his magic reserves since he'd awoken, so this is the next best alternative. ]

...I am afraid my only means of cover is strictly bound to my own body. This immodest reception had not been expected. Normally, one would greet their guests with food, music, and celebration, yet they have chosen this type of arrival.

[ He has a feeling their presence here is more akin to imprisonment, which does not bode well for the one who orchestrated it. ]

Take comfort in the fact that your bare state means little to me.