Faolan isn't going to protest the coffee. Hell, he's not even going to protest the idea that he should need a change of clothes. Although he wonders for a moment whether that should mean... He hasn't let him leave on his own thus far, after all.

"I probably should," he says, glancing up at Lancelot uncertainly. Not that he's anticipating having to do much more than make an appearance. "Try to make myself look halfway decent at least. You'd...be coming with me?" he asks. Because in truth, he doesn't know what Lancelot's intentions are, in mentioning the change of clothes.