"I'd like to think my company is preferable to otherwise," Lancelot quips, and absently realises he isn't sure if Faolan lives alone. He hasn't mentioned anyone else, so Lancelot has rather assumes he does, but he isn't really sure. He looks up, catches the expression on Faolan's face and widens his eyes in a comic mirror of it -- reaches over and very carefully turns the page for Faolan to the set menus.

"Less expensive," he whispers, and flashes an amused sort of grin at him. "Although if you want to sure the seventy-five pounds worth of lamb I suppose I would be obligated to indulge you, since you are my guest."