Faolan nods slightly. It's an honest answer, really -- they won't know in truth what's in store for them until they start their first few days on the job and actually give it a go. The true concern is that... Faolan doesn't think that this is exactly something that they can try out and if they discover that it isn't for them, just move on. In fact, he's fairly certain it isn't. Fairly certain that there will be consequences, to such ideals of Lancelot's. Part of him is almost grateful that at least they are in this together, that at least he is there to keep an eye on the other man if nothing else.

"Well," Faolan says, after a moment's pause. "You know where to find me. If you should determine you'll need the drinks." He quirks something of a smile at the other man, speaking over the rim of his tumbler as he continues on to say, "I'm nothing if not a willing companion in that." He raises the glass in something of a cross between a salute and a toast, and takes another swig.