Lancelot wrinkles his nose a little at that, flicks an idly amused smile.

"It will do," he allows, and shoves his hands into his pocket -- gives a small shrug. "If you're happy with it that's good enough. Are you ready, then? Or is there anything else you want to do first?"

Take something for his head? Drink some more water? Splash cold water on his face? Eating something? Anything of that sort.