Faolan raises an eyebrow at the other man slightly. He doesn't really have anything to carry, not since he'd stashed everything else he'd had with him back in the alley on the run over. He's going to have to make a trip by there tomorrow afternoon, hope that no one's found it. There has to be some reason why the vampire chose the area as a lair, though, he's hoping that people will generally avoid it because of whatever it is, and that he'll be able to get it all back.

"I..." he says, then frowns at Lancelot, almost puzzled at the offer. He shifts his jacket in his hand, looking down at it before back up at the other man. "Well, I mean, this is really all there is..."