Faolan reaches forward to do as he's told, suddenly recognizing why the other man had given him a change of shirts. Wondering if really he shouldn't have offered him a different outfit entirely, given the wary look in Lily's eyes and the way she's begun to attempt to sidle her way out of the bath even despite Lancelot's best efforts.

He reaches forward, scratching his fingers through her fur and trying to ease her worry. "Poor Lily," he says, gently. "Going on an adventure in the mud, and this is the return you get? Shh," he hushes as she starts to squirm slightly. "Be a good girl, that's it."

He glances up at Lancelot, only just then realizing that he's talking to the other man's dog in front of him and coloring slightly for it. "Is there a better way to be doing this?" he asks. As it is, he's kind of awkwardly hovering over the edge of the bath, and probably won't be much help from this angle when the real squirming starts.