[ This sure is an awkward lull of silence. Jean isn't going to ask her to take off her shirt - that's feels too disrespectful - so he spends the first few seconds waiting, getting a gauge of how the situation will go. When it's clear that she's not really about to do anything, he walks over and picks up that enchanted blanket from before, handing it to her. ]

I won't try to look, but you should drape this over your chest anyway. [ To protect her modesty and also because it's cold. It's funny how finding this privacy hadn't seemed to cross her mind at all. ] Then you can ... take off your shirt whenever you're ready. If you still want me to have a look, I mean.