"Like I'm covered in tiger balm," Lancelot replies, which is at least the truth. "It will take a little bit to work properly, I think, but... thank you, all the same. For subjecting yourself to having it all over your hands."

He offers Faolan a small smile, shifting in his chair and examining his arms again since they're the only bits he can see.

"I suppose I should let it dry out a little before re-dressing."