"Who's the idiot? The one who remembers what happened, or the one who can't remember how she'd gotten here?" he muses, the questioning absolutely not serious in the least. Either way, they both know the truth; Fate had not tricked her. He wouldn't for this sort of thing.

He does feel a bit bad about the shift, and he does mean it when he says he'll make it up to her. Not that she probably believes him, but that's not really his problem.

In any case, he absently starts picking his clothes off the floor.

"This? No. I imagine I, ah. Procured it. As I do, as I always do." Fate snorts softly. "I actually don't know whose room it is."