Faolan flushes slightly, glancing down at himself and then away at his bag. "I'm... I'll be fine," he says, "I've got another shirt in my bag, I'll just..." Put his jeans back on and get ready to go.

He steps away from the other man and towards the bag itself, hesitating before abandoning the blanket on the futon and crouching to grab what he needs out of it after a moment and slinking out towards the bathroom. He gets dressed as fast as he can in his extra tshirt, shorts, and jeans, uses the toilet, washes his face, before making his way back into the living room to tuck his things away in his bag and slinking his way back to the table for his coffee.

"I'll have a better clothes at my flat," he says, awkwardly. "For the results, that is. More like..." He gestures to Lancelot himself, and resolutely tries to keep from openly admiring the other man's outfit in turn.