He steps in after Faolan and stands behind him, tall enough to see over Faolan's shoulder as he reaches around him to begin doing up his tie. Lancelot watches his own hands as he does it up, frowning in concentration then adjusting it and folding Faolan's shirt collar back down.

"There you go, how's that?"

Squeezing Faolan's shoulders in gentle reassurance he takes a few steps back, giving him space to fuss as he likes or turn and come out if he's done.