((We can move it into the castle ^^))
Amadeus watched her take the cloth covered frame from the closet and set it up in a corner. Aha, she did think of it. Then again, why should he have doubted her? She was level headed enough to deal with the creature and seemed quite clever and capable. Maybe it was just honest doubt. Even clever, capable people could be caught off-guard, for a few moments but it was still possible.
He smiled at her and walked to the changing wall as she stepped back to the closet. He slipped behind the wall and clawed his shirt off. Once that shirt had been white, but now only a patch or two was white, clean. The rest was streaked with sweat, dirt, blood: his, the creatures', others'. He shuddered, taking a hand off the shirt and clinging to it with the tips of the other.
There was no way the garment could be cleaned, it was better suited as tinder. His pants were no better, it was impossible to tell what color they were before. He tossed the shirt over the wall, away from the fresh clothes and knelt to take off his boots. They could be passable, with enough scrubbing, maybe. She didn't have any shoes to lend him so they would have to do. Now he had to clean them, whenever an opportunity presented itself, couldn't let those clean clothes brush against the filth on the boots.
Standing, he unlaced his pants and let them drop, keeping his head up so he wouldn't get to see the state his undergarments were in. Out of sight, out of mind. He grabbed the clean shirt and pulled it over him, tilting his head when he heard the woman talking.
Clever, capable and charitable. He smiled, this was almost too good to be true. He looked over his shoulders, checking the shadows. Just in case. The creature might not have been taken away from the alley against its will. It was like it to let its 'toys' feel a little hope. He shook his head and kept changing.
Once he was through he stepped back around the wall, his other clothing folded roughly and held away at arms length. His hair was a bit neater but still far from being completely presentable. "Its," he coughed a bit, leaning away from the bundle of clothes. "It's very kind of you to... To give me sanctuary here. I... I don't know how to thank you."