Faolan pauses in his trek towards the bedroom, glancing back to Lancelot as he stands in the doorway before shrugging slightly. "Considering how things have been going for me lately, your input certainly wouldn't hurt," he says, flicking the other man something of a smile to say that he's joking somewhat himself, but at the same time he really wouldn't dismiss the help.

He doesn't stick around to wait if Lancelot is going to join him though, he slinks into the bedroom and towards his closet to stare at the small number of choices he has. He's only got the one suit, after all, a simple black that's pretty much good for every occasion, so it's really a question of shirt and tie instead. What he would give to be able to just go to bed and pretend he didn't exist instead...