Faolan raises his eyebrows at the idea of dressing himself in one of Lancelot's old t-shirts, and he looks down at his own in response to it. It's black, of course. No doubt it would get covered in white dog fur, if it's anything like what the other man is implying this upcoming scenario to be. But the idea of wearing something of his...

"If you think I should?" he settles on, glancing up at Lancelot again, unsure of whether to accept the offer or not, even if there's a part of him that suddenly really wants to.