It was no problem that Malleus forgot. That was why Lilia was here, to keep him on track, to keep him focused when things come up that might get filed away as 'unimportant'. Sure, that may not be the only reason, but it was one that Lilia focused very closely on, with how Malleus could be.

Oh, that look... how it always amused him. Lilia wants to squish his face, to push his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead, to press their foreheads together and laugh together over how silly the both of them were. He knows better than to comment on that look unless Malleus comments on his dress.

There it is, the comment he was expecting.

Shooting a grin towards him, Lilia allows his tongue to stick out briefly towards him. "What, I'm covered." Lilia clearly knows exactly why Malleus thinks this, of course. Who better to understand Malleus than him, after all.

The spill is easily dabbed up with the little crumpled hand towel. In less than a second, Lilia's back to his feet, wandering over to where a small laundry bin lies hidden beside his wardrobe. The towel is placed within, and Lilia wanders back over towards Malleus, patting his arm lightly.

"Go, go. I would offer to share clothes, but alas... you wouldn't want to wear only a shirt to bed, hmm? I'll be waiting for you! Make sure you come back, or I'm not sure I will sleep at all tonight."

Would Malleus take that joke too seriously? Probably.