Faolan wonders for a moment, as he half-listens to the other man speak, just what he intends to do with that napkin. And then watches the other man casually snaps the fly out of mid-air, without even pausing in his thought process.

He's pretty certain that his mouth is hanging open in response to the action, but he can't quite say for certain. It takes him a moment to focus on the other things that Lancelot is saying, so off-topic they are from the fact that the other man just did something as impressive as that in so nonchalant a way.

"I..." he says, stumbling over his words slightly, but no, he can't continue that conversation, not until he asks, "How the hell did you do that?"