Lancelot's lips twist in idle amusement at Faolan's awkwardness, then with a less pet to Lily he holds out a hand to her to stay. She sits reflexively and watches as Lancelot vanishes away into his bedroom, shooting a questioning look to Faolan as if he might explain this all.

He doesn't, and she slides to lay down to wait it out.

A few minutes later he re-appears, adjusting the sleeves on a light grey shirt that he's left a little open at the neck and dusting down charcoal grey suit trousers. White fur seems to be constantly a little in the air. A matching jacket is draped over his arm and he fusses with it hesitantly.

"I think I'll be too warm with this," he laments, and wrinkles his nose in thought. Lily stands up and begins to wag her tail hopefully. Are they going somewhere? A walk? She hopes so!