Faolan does his best to hold on to her as she shakes. He'd submitted himself to the fact that he was going to get soaked when he'd agreed to this, he should have known that this was coming. The best he can do is duck his head out of the line of fire and hope that she doesn't get any dog water in his eyes or mouth. He knows better than to try and stop the near-involuntary reaction from her at least, which is something, considering he doesn't own a dog of his own.

"Thanks for that, Lily," he replies, once he's fairly certain she's done with that, and throws a glance at Lancelot nearly as pleading as Lily's. Is it over yet? He'd rather not be the bad guy for any longer than he need to be.