Of course Claude had no qualms with wandering about exposed. Though, to be perfectly honest Lorenz, while irritated with his behavior, was also not too terribly put out by Claude foregoing a shirt while he was healing. Which... was still a horrifying thought to have, never mind acknowledge. At least, for now, he's distracted by the pain in his back. So much so that the warmth of Claude's hand on his shoulder makes him flinch ever so slightly before he registers that it is Claude and almost immediately leans into it.

He tips his head, letting his cheek rest on Claude's knuckles for a moment, taking the comforting touch for what it is instead of the potential scandal it could be. Not now. He's tired and hurting and far too drained to cause a fuss over a soothing touch, even if it is to his bare shoulder.

"Are you certain...?" Hesitant but the fact that he even considers letting Claude make the tea speaks volumes to how he feels. In the end he does end up settling back on the edge of the bed, flashing Claude a guilty look as he surrenders. "There's a... a lemon sage blend that I think you might appreciate?"