"Nah. He needed help washing, so I gave him a soap-and-wax job like always. Didn't wanna get my pants wet."

He's very relieved that FDR seems to be in a better mood, and he's a little dizzy so he rests his head on the back of the other one's shoulder.

"I looked him over. It's definitely a true replica. He's even got-" Ahem. Nevermind that bit. "Anyway, he needs some clothes and I thought I'd ask before raiding her majesty's closet."