Without any real prompt, Al starts to collect the clothes that Meyer is peeling off, making use of himself like a lively coat rack. Hey, it's adding layers anyway and that warm feeling is very reassuring. It's only after the tie is brought to his attention that he is able to focus in on it.

"You're touching it."

It's an obvious obstacle, but not one of any great concern. He doesn't seem to mind, actually, watching the fabric wrinkle and unwrinkled as it goes under close inspection.

"What's wrong with it?"