Faolan grabs for a handful of paper towels and tries to get himself cleaned up, even if he knows that he's going to have to at least change, if not set his shirt in the sink to try and soak the drink out. He glances up at Lancelot as the other man joins him and watches -- how can he be so damned calm? -- before just giving up. Setting the paper towels aside he lifts his shirt above his head and starts running water over it.

"You knew," he repeats again, glancing over his shoulder at the other man, "and you let me carry on thinking you didn't like an absolute idiot?" He raises his eyebrows at the other man incredulously. "Do you enjoy watching me flounder at you?"