"You look like more than your eyes need rest." It was probably an incredibly rude thing to say to a lady, but it was true.

Since it doesn't seem like she'll be giving up any time soon, he speeds up getting into the clothes. And with only minimal cursing, too. A moment later, he steps back out, this time actually wearing what she wants him to.

"Ta-da. There you go." He fidgets uncomfortably with the sleeves, then wiggles his arms as if he's trying to escape. He's used to having a little more bagginess to work with--none of his clothes back home were actually made to fit.

He's managed to flip up half of the collar and mis-button the jacket while wrestling himself into it.