Claude drapes the sash over Dimitri's outstretched arm holding his cloak, then unties the white cloth from around his neck and hands that over as well. "Obviously," he says, "I have to actually put the disguise on."

And then he's just...opening up his shirt, so he can shrug it off his shoulders. Whether Dimitri finds the skin or the scars more distracting there (or if they're equally so) is a battle for his mind to wage.