A sheet is taken with him. Whether or not Lucius is given to wandering around sans clothing is ultimately irrelevant when other people are holding sharp objects.

By nature, Lucius is somewhat used to compliance under the correct stressors, for all that he is rigidly stubborn in many other aspects. A glance is cast to tools set out, but he sits, only makes a sound at the back of his throat at her promise to keep its length, as if such a thought hadn't even crossed his mind!! (It had, immediately.)

"You've given this an alarming amount of thought. What happens when I am sufficiently presentable?"