[Indeed, he's a new feather that pulled his feather. But now he's done with that shit as he watches you approach, sizing you up.]

Is that so? [He laughs shortly.] I would prefer not to have them at all. But it seems it can't be helped.

[He considers the offered jacket for a moment before taking it, exercising care as he does so. He's wondering how you've come by this information, and, with a smile, suspects you may be the one responsible for his situation.] How embarrassing. I'm sorry you have to see me like this.