"Oh, yeah," he answers, disappearing into his bedroom to fetch the basket. He's relieved to see that it DOES have about half a load, so he doesn't have to look like he's just blatantly lying. He returns to the bathroom with the basket, setting it on the floor.

"Just dump all your stuff in there, I'll fit in what I can," he says. Chances are if it doesn't all fit, it's his own clothes that will have to wait, but he doesn't mention that.