Faolan flushes slightly as he realizes what the other man intends to do, before nodding. "In here," he says, motioning towards the bedroom before leading the other man in that way. In through the bedroom to the bathroom, where there is a decent-sized mirror, above the sink. And perhaps just enough room for the pair of them to stand behind it comfortably, if it is perhaps a bit tight.

Faolan wonders if perhaps the universe isn't doing this on purpose. Or if not the universe, perhaps Lancelot himself.